A/N: One character may be OOC since I never really watched her in GT. So I took her into my own hands and made her personality fit best for this storyline. Enjoy!

Everybody Loves Vegeta, Too!

Part Six

No. No no no no, never.

"No, Kakarot. No. No. Absolutely not. Never. No."

"But—"

"No."

"But just let me explain—"

"No."

"I think if you just listen you'll see—"

"What about all the people you've killed?"

Goku crossed his arms. "I've never killed for selfish gain."

"Fine then. Why do you want this now?" He pushed himself close enough to Goku's face that their noses touched. "What changed from yesterday?"

Did Goku only want to humiliate him? A dark though crushed his spirit; surely Goku didn't want to punish him after all they'd been through.

"I thought about the future and...Um…I just want the gang to like you more."

Vegeta narrowed his eyes. Goku was terrible at lying. "Oh? And what are you looking forward to so much that's in the future?"

"Uhh…"

Gods…he's too pure-hearted to go through with deceiving anyone. "I'm waiting."

"To be honest? I want them to know how amazing you are. I don't want another 20 years to go by and I'm the only one who can see that about you."

You sly son of a bitch.

Vegeta pulled his arms closer to his chest. He fought back the annoyed sigh escaping from his mouth and wondered if he was going mad. If this is what falling in love was supposed to feel like. "If I go through with this, will it make you happy?"

Goku's face softened. "Wow. Definitely!"

He'd taken Goku by surprise. He found comfort in the way Goku looked at him as if he were a stranger. "If that's the case, I'll do it."

"Wow Vegeta, you'll really do it?" Goku scooped Vegeta up into his arms and spun him around.

"Stop that!"

"Wheee!"

Vegeta punched Goku in the gut. He doubled over, coughing. "Ugh, you're so mean!"

"That's what you get." Vegeta smiled down at Goku's crumpled body on the ground. "I can't let you get too soft around me."

"You didn't have to sucker punch me!"

"If you want a fair fight, then let's spar. You're due for a good beating anyway."

"Yeah, I guess." Goku leaned against the coconut tree to catch his breath.

The two Saiyans spent the next few hours pummeling each other at the small island west of Goku's home. The quiet beach held happy memories for Goku. Ones where he talked to Vegeta about private things…And kissed him for the first time...

Today on the island felt different. With the merciless way Vegeta smashed into Goku, he wondered if the Prince was taking his anger out on him. They stuck purely to hand-to-hand combat during the spar, and Vegeta's kicks were brutal. Goku barely had the chance to block the knee barreling toward his face, when seconds later Vegeta used a sweep to knock him clear off his feet.

Twilight bled into night. Without speaking, they tossed their shoes into the sand heaps on the beach and moved the fight into the rising tide. The cool wash over Goku's feet was pleasant in contrast to the building pressure Vegeta applied to his attacks. Goku found himself locking fists with his rival, and struggling to push him over.

The look Vegeta gave him—what was he thinking? It disturbed Goku to see black eyes looking back at him not with disdain, but with interest. Vegeta was examining his face, but Goku wasn't sure what for. Goku grinned and decided to goad him out of it. "Don't tell me I'm too pretty to hit?"

He anticipated another punch. Vegeta continued to gaze back at him with calm eyes, which put Goku even more on guard. "Kakarot" he said, placing emphasis on each syllable, "I want you to know something."

Goku raised his brows. "Huh?"

"I—"

Goku's cell phone vibrated in his pocket. "Oh, someone's calling!" He pulled away from Vegeta and answered his phone. "Hey, Krillin!"

Vegeta fell over into the water. "You can't be serious right now!"

"Hey, Goku!" Krillin said. "I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight?"

"Sure, that sounds great!"

"Sweet! Can you be here in an hour?"

Goku looked down at his dirty hands and feet. "I should shower first, but I think we can make it."

"'We'? Are you with someone?"

"Ya, Vegeta. Duh!"

Silence filled the line. Goku heard Krillin mumble something away from the receiver before speaking again. "Uh, he doesn't have to come, does he?"

"Huh? Krillin, Vegeta's my—" Oh shit, he doesn't even know! Goku smacked his forehead. Did any of his friends know about his new relationship? Did they even know Vegeta had been living with him for the past few months? Realization dawned on Goku and for the first time he saw the pitfall of only seeing your friends a few times a year.

"Vegeta's your what?"

"I can explain once we get there."

"Okaaay then…"

Goku could tell by the way Krillin trailed off, he wanted Goku to let him off the hook and bar Vegeta from coming. "Don't worry Krillin, it'll be fun!"

"I don't want to go to your stupid bald friend's house!" Vegeta yelled from meters away. He was stomping around and waving his shoes in the air like a madman. "And tell him he can kiss my ass! I heard what he said about me."

"Don't mind him, Krillin. He's just cranky because he's hungry."

"Alright, see you soon, buddy!"

Goku stuffed his phone back into his pocket. "I bet you'll like it, Vegeta. Krillin's house is pretty cool."

"Hmph." Vegeta pulled his boots on and blasted away into the night.

"Man, I wish he didn't get angry so easily." Goku followed the blue light in Vegeta's wake back to their house.

Vegeta was nervous. Underneath all the disdain, lack of respect, and general annoyance with each of Goku's friends, lay discomfort. They didn't like him. For years Vegeta struggled to appear normal enough around them to tolerate their presence, and for them to tolerate him. But being with Goku made everything more complicated. Bulma always made a huge deal out of him looking nice and being sociable at parties, but even she would talk shit about the simpletons from time to time. Goku, on the other hand, loved them unconditionally. And now Goku wanted him to love them.

Vegeta wanted them all to like him.

The truth made him nauseous.

It didn't take long for him and Goku to shower and fly into the city. The Bald One lived in the suburbs outside of downtown. Goku rang the doorbell before Vegeta could make any value judgments about how much the place cost.

The door opened. Krillin peeped his head out. "Hey, Goku!" He flew forward and embraced his best friend.

"Hey, Krillin." Goku grinned a mile wide. Vegeta shuffled his feet and wasn't sure what to do with his body.

"How ya been?" Krillin asked. He stood back and glanced at Vegeta. He gave him a curt nod. Vegeta nodded back. He was relieved he didn't have to do anything awkward to make his presence known.

"I've been pretty good." Goku paused to give Vegeta a knowing look. Vegeta blushed. Just go ahead and tell the man we're fucking already.

Krillin looked…uncomfortable. Going by the stupid look on his face, he hadn't connected all the dots just yet. "Great. Well come on in, dinner's just about ready. Here Goku, let me take your jacket."

The three walked into the house. Vegeta gasped, and immediately covered his mouth in shame. Adorning every surface of the walls hanged beautiful, lush paintings. They even varied in style: one piece over the fireplace was painted in the eccentric style of French impressionists. The large canvas over the door leading to the kitchen showcased an abstract expressionist piece. Enough paint sat on the surface to create an inch-high extrusion. There were watercolors and inkwash paintings, too.

"Where did you buy these?" Vegeta asked, bewildered.

Krillin grinned. "Marron made them all."

"Your daughter?!"

"Yep. She's quite the artist. She's not interested in painting anymore, though. She's big into jewelry and sculpting now."

Vegeta's mouth hung open.

"I told you his house was cool," Goku said. "Where is Marron anyway?"

"She's working in the basement. It's hard to drag her away from there."

Goku nodded, and pressed his palm into Vegeta's back to lead him into the dining room along with Krillin.

After sitting down at the dinner table, Vegeta marveled at the plates and utensils. They were all hand-crafted stoneware with brilliant designs burned into them. He picked up a water pitcher near the end of the table and tumbled it gently between his fingers. "This is exquisite."

"Thanks," Krillin said. "Marron made those too." Vegeta smiled in response and took pride in the surprise in Krillin's voice. Until this moment, he must have assumed the Price was a brute.

"Is the food going to be ready soon?" Goku whined.

Android 18 walked out of the kitchen carrying a huge pan of meat. "Looks like you made it just in time." Her dead-pan delivery threw Vegeta off guard. Her pale eyes glanced at him. She was judging him, but her expression stayed blank.

"Is that chicken tikka?!" Goku's eyes lit up like it was Christmas.

"Yes. I've got curry, rice, naan, and samosas, too." 18 walked back into the kitchen to retrieve the rest of the meal. Goku could barely contain himself as the mountains of food was spread across the table. It all looked lovely together with the stoneware too, Vegeta noticed. He wondered if cooking skills were programmed into Krillin's wife. That was probably too rude of a question for him to ask.

For a frightening moment, he saw himself in her. She was strong-willed and could physically overtake Krillin, but she happily cooked for him. Unlike himself, she didn't complain about it. Nothing about the way she carried herself hinted toward resentment at settling down. She'd found happiness in taking care of her family. Vegeta felt a pang of jealousy. How could all of this come so easily for her?

"This is delicious, 18!" Goku said with his mouth full. His chopsticks were a blur as he shoveled food into his mouth.

"Thanks." 18 took small, deliberate bites of her food. Krillin wasn't quite as disgusting as Goku, but he wasn't as modest as his wife when eating. Vegeta realized this experience could be classified as a double-date, and he felt ill.

"So Vegeta," Krillin said while putting his chopsticks down for a breather, "I guess you and Goku have been sparring a lot more often?"

"You could say that."

Goku choked, and made a big display out of smashing his chest to clear his airway.

"Sometimes we even spar several times a day."

"Whoa," Krillin said with genuine awe.

"Kakarot gets puckered out after the first two or three times, though. It's hard for him to keep up with me."

"Vegeta!" Goku bared his teeth.

"Yep, I thought that was the case." Krillin crossed his arms and nodded. "I've sensed major energy spikes from you two over the past few months. You two preparing for something?"

Goku blushed and looked everywhere except for Krillin's face. "Um, Vegeta lives with me now. So we do spar more often—"

"What!" Krillin and 18 yelped in unison. Goku blushed even harder at seeing 18's sudden interest in the conversation skyrocket.

"Vegeta moved in with me a few months ago." Vegeta watched Goku twiddle his thumbs under the table. He wasn't sure if he should jump in to make things easier. Perhaps this was Goku's battle to fight.

"Did…Bulma kick you out?" Krillin asked.

"No. I left of my own volition," Vegeta said.

"Why?" 18 asked. Vegeta had never seen the woman so excited! Her face was firmly planted in her palms and her mouth parted with bated breath.

"Well…Vegeta and I are a, uh, couple now."

18 gasped, absolutely scandalized. "No way!"

"Whaaaat? Goku, what are you talking about? You aren't playing a joke on me, are you?" Krillin's lips curled in disgust.

"I'm being serious. I'm with Vegeta now." Goku's glib reaction was fading.

"Wait. Hold the phone. You're telling me you're…gay?" Krillin asked. "Gay with Vegeta, of all people?!"

"I guess so?"

"But you were with Chi-Chi for years!" Krillin said, wildly gesticulating with his hands. "How can you be gay?!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. He wanted to smack the little man. He'd never understand humans' fascination with restricting which holes get filled with what. "If you're truly Kakarot's friend, then you wouldn't be so cruel as to question his actions. He's happy now."

"But how could he be happy with—?" Krillin bit his tongue.

That hurt. Vegeta looked away, unsure if he even had a rebuttal.

"Krillin," Goku said with a particular tone rare outside of battle, "Vegeta is good for me."

"Maybe he's good for Bulma, but for you? He hurt so many of us, Goku! I know he's supposed to be on our side now, but I can't forget what he did when he first came here! And he's a guy! How could you—"

"I am sorry, Krillin."

Everyone paused to stare at Vegeta.

Krillin blinked. "Eh?"

"I said I am sorry. For hurting you. And your friends. I should have apologized a long time ago, but I never did." Vegeta looked them all in the face. "I was a different person then. I hope you can accept me for who I am now."

Silence. He had driven them to silence. Krillin and 18 looked shocked, but Goku looked...Vegeta couldn't put his finger on it. But his partner's gaze sent a chill over him.

"That's—wow. Thank you for that, Vegeta. I never knew you felt that way." Krillin quirked his mouth in confusion.

"Yes. I take care of Kakarot as well. So you shouldn't have any concerns about him being with me."

"Right." Krillin smiled. And narrowed his eyes.

Vegeta recognized that look…

"So who gets to be on bottom?"

Everyone fell over. 18 groaned and smacked the back of Krillin's skull. "You can't just go asking questions like that!"

"Ow! Why not!" Krillin rubbed the bump growing on his head. "I know you wanted to ask too!"

"Hmph. It's not hard to figure out. We all know Kakarot enjoys a good pounding."

Goku blushed and focused his attention on putting as much food as possible into his mouth. 18 looked back and forth between him and Vegeta with a mischievous glint in her eye. Vegeta wondered if all women fantasized about men having sex with each other, or if it was only Goku's friends.

The tension over the dinner table dissipated. Vegeta felt so smug; he no longer had to use Goku as an anchor for his place in the conversation. He could tell the big lout was bubbling with joy by the way his hand roamed over Vegeta's thigh under the table.

The words earlier spilled from his lips too easily. Should he be concerned? He didn't feel weak saying it. He definitely didn't feel humiliated. He just wanted to make Goku happy. And it worked.

Dinner continued with much more lax conversation. Krillin and 18 didn't speak to Vegeta much, but they were nice enough to humor him with a few more questions about his life. He and Krillin even made jokes about the traffic ticket the day before. Goku was predictably cheerful for the rest of the night, and went on to share stories of his childhood with Krillin.

Vegeta felt oddly at home.

After dinner and dessert, Goku pat his stomach. "That was great!" He sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"Yep!" Krillin relaxed into his own chair. 18 collected all of the dirty dishes and left to the kitchen without a word. Krillin narrowed his eyes again. "Hey, do you two want to smoke?"

"I didn't know you smoked," Goku said with a hint of judgment.

"Not cigarettes, Goku. I meant—"

"Maybe next time," Vegeta interrupted. He pulled himself and Goku away from the table. "It's getting late anyway."

"Right." Krillin walked them to the front door. "It was pretty fun, guys. I'll have to invite you over more often."

"For sure!" Goku hugged Krillin.

Vegeta looked away, hoping he'd be spared from any unwarranted physical contact. He stepped out the front door onto the porch. "I wouldn't mind coming over again."

"Thanks! Nice haircut, by the way," Krillin said in a smarmy tone. "Anyway, goodnight!" Krillin smiled and shut the door.

That little bastard! He'd probably been staring at Vegeta's head the whole night, and he didn't even notice!

The two stood still, staring at one another. Vegeta sighed and rolled his shoulders. Dinner had been too nice to get upset over a little teasing. "That wasn't so ba—"

Goku pressed him against the wall. He buried his face in the crook of Vegeta's neck and sucked on the skin. "I love you," he murmured into his ear.

"Shit Kakarot, we still have to get home." Vegeta sighed as Goku squeezed his backside and pulled him flush against his body.

Goku moved his mouth to Vegeta's face to kiss him. "I can't wait that long."

The front door opened again. "Hey Goku, you forgot your ja…cket…" Krillin stared bug-eyed at the two men on his porch.

Goku took the jacket from Krillin and tied it around his neck. "Thanks," he said, breathy.

"We were just leaving. Thank you for dinner." Vegeta pulled Goku away from the front door. Luckily, Krillin closed the door without wasting any more of their time. Vegeta hoped the man wasn't too scarred.

Goku broke from Vegeta's grasp. "The backyard," he said.

The two rushed to Krillin's backyard patio. With the lights out it was nearly pitch black: perfect conditions for an illicit romp. Goku pushed Vegeta down on the grass and busied himself with unbuttoning Vegeta's shirt.

"What's gotten into you?" Vegeta shivered beneath Goku's warm body pressing into him. Three times in one day? He's improving.

"I didn't know you were going to apologize tonight." The unbuttoning took too long, so Goku tore Vegeta's shirt clean off. "I'm just—I can't keep my hands off of you after that." Goku slid his own shirt over his head and flung it into a nearby bush.

"I liked that shirt." The words betrayed the way Vegeta rubbed the inside of Goku's thighs.

"Uuuh, hi?" spoke a soft voice nearby.

Goku rolled off Vegeta and looked for the intruder. Standing a few yards away stood a blonde girl. Tied around her waist was a paint and oil-stained apron. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun.

"Hey, Marron!" Goku said, high-pitched. He stood and dusted himself off. "We didn't know you were standing there the whole time!"

"I just heard a bunch of noise out here and thought someone was getting hurt. I was wrong."

"Yup, we were just, uh—"

Marron held up her hand. "It's fine, Uncle Goku." She stared at Vegeta with her piercing blue eyes. "Is Vegeta my Uncle now too?"

"What—!" Vegeta scrambled up off the ground. He was grateful for the darkness; he'd never felt so ashamed in front of a child.

"Yeah, why not?" Goku laughed, "Uncle Vegeta sounds good to me."

"I'm not related to her at all!"

"What does that have to do with being an uncle?" Goku walked over to give the teenage girl a hug. She smiled but kept her eyes trained on Vegeta.

The Prince pretended he wasn't shirtless and sporting a huge hard-on. "I think we should get going."

"Wait," Marron said. "Do you guys want to check out my studio? I'm almost done with one project I've been working on."

"Sure!" Goku plucked his previously-flung shirt from the bushes and slid it back on. Vegeta tapped his foot, impatient to get home. He hated staying in one place for too long.

Marron ushered them both toward a cellar door outside. She led them down a winding staircase. At the foot of the stairs, Vegeta once again felt pure delight: the room was an artist's paradise. Hand-stretched canvases lined each wall. Paintbrushes, oil-stained cloths, turpentine, and paints were strewn about the floor. In one corner a large metal table was set up for sculpting and jewelry-crafting. Frightening pointy tools hung suspended above the table for easy access.

Vegeta slowly approached an abandoned watercolor painting propped against the wall. He ran his fingertips across the surface and adored the rough texture of the paint. "This is amazing," he murmured.

"Oh, do you like to paint?" Marron asked.

"No."

"I think it's fine. I'm not that interested in it anymore. I prefer to use my hands. Would you like to see the sculpture I've been working on?"

Vegeta nodded. She led both him and Goku toward the wooden table in the corner. Upon closer inspection, Vegeta saw metal sculpting tools covered most of the surface. She hefted a large clay sculpture up from the table and shoved it in their faces.

"Ooo, this is pretty!" Goku touched the surface. Red residue rubbed off on his fingers. He gave Marron an apologetic look, but she didn't seem to mind.

Vegeta smirked. "It looks like a…"

"It's a replica of my friend's vagina," Marron stated.

Goku yelped and dropped the sculpture. Vegeta caught it before it hit the floor, and growled at Goku's idiocy. "You almost ruined it!"

"Sorry, but why would you ever make a vagina?!"

She blushed. "I thought it was beautiful. Please don't tell my dad you saw this."

Vegeta tilted his head and took a good look at her. Goku was too blithe to pick up on the secret she just revealed. The girl had the same cool attitude as her mother, but Vegeta could tell she was brilliant in a way maybe her father couldn't ever grasp. "It's impressive," he said.

"Wow, thanks!" Marron blushed.

Vegeta grinned again. The girl must have liked him a lot. She was twirling her hair now. "Have you been working on anything else?"

She nodded. "I have some prettier things I think Uncle Goku may like better. I guess it makes sense he wouldn't like looking at a vagina."

"That's not true!" Goku crossed his arms, but Vegeta saw the uncomfortable way Goku now shuffled his feet around.

Marron ignored him, and opened a large drawer beneath the table. Bright, shimmering light spilled from it and blinded Vegeta's vision before it corrected itself. Inside sat several pieces of jewelry.

"Oooh!" Goku leaned closer to the glowing light. "These are beautiful! And that one ring looks like it was made out of a dragon ball!"

"That's what the design is based on." Marron picked up a pair of emerald earrings that sparkled as if filled with a million microscopic diamonds. "I've done a lot of experimenting with different materials. This one is made of jade and smoked topaz." She gazed into Vegeta's eyes, and he felt as if she were searching for something hidden inside of him. It was too intense of a gaze to break. "Uncle Goku, don't you think Vegeta would look nice wearing these?"

Vegeta ground his teeth together. "I don't wear earrings!" Not after fusing, he thought.

Goku smiled at Marron. "You're right, he would look cute wearing those!"

"I'm a man, Kakarot. I'm not supposed to look cute."

"Huh? Earlier today you said I was cute. Is that a bad thing?"

Vegeta blushed. "I'm not piercing both my ears to make you happy."

"They're clip-ons. You can have them if you want." Marron took Vegeta's hand and shoved the earrings into his palm. "It can be my gift to you for becoming my new uncle."

Vegeta pocketed the jewelry. "Thank you."

Goku opened his mouth. He saw the horrible expression on Vegeta's face and looked as if he changed his mind. "Marron, this is really amazing. Can I have one too?"

"Hmm." She stared at her jewelry showcase. "If you like them so much, how about I make something custom for you?"

"That'd be awesome!"

She smiled. "Great. I'll talk to you later about it if you want." Unceremoniously, she slammed the drawer shut. "I should get some homework done before bed, so I've got to go."

"No problem." Goku led the way back up the stairs and out the cellar door. He and Vegeta rose into the air. He hovered above Marron and saluted her. "See ya!"

Marron waved. "Goodnight Uncle Goku and Uncle Vegeta!"

The couple blasted away. Goku spend the whole trip smiling at Vegeta, who kept his own eyes trained on the horizon away from the city. Once they were flying above the lush forest near Goku's home, he finally opened his mouth. "Marron really respects you, Vegeta."

"Hmph."

"Would you ever want to do stuff like that? Make art?"

"No."

They both landed on Goku's doorstep at the same time. Goku unlocked the door and stepped into the living room.

"Hey Dad!" Goten waved from the couch. On the opposite end sat Trunks. Vegeta sighed in relief when he saw they were both fully clothed.

"Oh, are you two on a da….a uh, watchin' a movie?" Goku asked.

"We just finished," Trunks said. He gathered his backpack and jacket from the couch. "And I was just about the leave." Trunks avoided looking Vegeta right in the eye.

"I need to talk to you outside." Vegeta turned on his heel and walked back out the front door. The sensation of Goku staring daggers into his back annoyed him slightly, but what could he do? Just ignore the fact his son was in puppy love with Goku's spawn? He felt Trunk's energy spike for a brief moment as if he wanted to fight. But the boy knew better than to test him.

"Okay, Dad." Trunks shrugged his backpack onto his shoulder and followed Vegeta outside to the front lawn.

Vegeta floated to the roof of the house and landed gracefully on the brick eaves. Trunks sidled up next to him and pulled his knees to his chest. A deep sigh escaped from his chapped lips. It was cold. Vegeta closed his eyes. His son was shivering ever so slightly. Did the boy feel guilty?

"Are you in a relationship with Kakarot's son?"

Trunks dug his fingernails into his kneecaps. "No."

"But you have feelings for him."

"No!" Trunks was red-faced now, but out of frustration. "I just like him as a friend, okay? We were just foolin' around before. I'm interested in this other girl, anyway."

Vegeta rubbed the growing pain in between his eyes. "You're in love with him."

"No, I'm not!"

"I know you like the back of my hand. You're not interested in those simple Earth girls. Don't challenge me on this."

That shut the kid up. He stared wide-eyed at Vegeta, uncertain words on the tip of his tongue. "I don't know why you're getting on my case. You never asked me or Mom what we thought about you living with Goku. I knew it was none of my business. So don't get all up in my business, okay?"

"How dare you!" Vegeta narrowed his eyes and pressed himself closer to Trunks. "You are a child. Remember that. You do not have say over what I do with my life."

Trunks smashed his fist flat against the roof. Stone scattered from the impact and trickled down to fall behind the house. "I just don't get why you're pissed at me when you're doing the same thing!"

"I don't let Kakarot get under my skin. You, on the other hand, will let Goten walk all over you if he wishes it so." Vegeta clenched his fists together, and Trunks recoiled in anticipation of getting hit. "If nothing else, you must keep your dominance."

"I don't get what you mean at all, Dad."

"Trunks. I have to tell you about the Saiyan mating ritual."

The boy wrinkled his nose. "Saiyan what?"

What the hell was Vegeta doing out there for so long? Goku was curled up on the couch next to Goten. A scary late-night movie was on, but Goku's thoughts were miles away. He'd promised Goten he'd protect Trunks from Vegeta's wrath. The loud thump he heard on the roof earlier tempted him to run outside and see what was going on, but no other noise had followed it up. Maybe if Trunks came back in looking upset, he'd have a few words with Vegeta.

The front door opened again. Goten jumped in fright. "You scared me!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. Next to him stood Trunks, who looked…embarrassed? He was blushing.

"I'm heading home. Goodnight Goku. Goodnight Goten." Trunks avoided looking directly into Goten's eyes. He turned on his heel and ran out the door.

"Bye!" Goten waved, but Trunks was already gone.

"You weren't too mean to him, were you, 'Geta?"

"I told him what he needed to hear." Vegeta walked to the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

"Dad, why did Vegeta get a haircut?"

"I have no idea, son." Goku pat Goten's head and followed Vegeta into the bedroom.

When Goku walked in, what remained of Vegeta's clothes were littered across the floor. The sound of an electric toothbrush buzzing emanated from the bathroom. Goku sighed. He pulled off his boots and flung his clothes into the same pile as Vegeta's. The bed called for him, but he knew Vegeta would be pissed if he dozed off without brushing his own teeth.

He opened the bathroom door. Vegeta screeched. "Get out!"

"Why—?" Goku looked up and saw Vegeta was brushing his teeth while sitting on the toilet. "Oh, that's weird."

"I said get out of here!" Toothpaste spittle flew from Vegeta's mouth. "I told you this before: I don't want you in here when I'm shitting!"

"I don't get what the big deal is!" Goku picked up his own toothbrush, squeezed paste on it, and shoved it into his mouth. "You act as if I didn't eat your ass today. Do you think this is worse than that?"

"Fuck you!" Vegeta screamed through the foamy mess in his mouth.

Goku leaned against the sink to make himself comfortable while brushing. "You sure are sensitive."

"Can't I get one fucking minute to take a fucking dump in this hellhole?"

Goku spat into the sink. "Whatever." He walked back into the bedroom, turned the lights off, and slid into bed. Vegeta does deserve to have his own throne to sit on, Goku thought.

A minute later, Vegeta stomped into the bedroom. He pulled all of the bedsheets away from Goku and wrapped himself into an impenetrable blanket burrito. "Fuck you Kakarot. I'm going to sleep like a king tonight."

"Vegeta!" Goku pulled on the sheets in a sad attempt to untangle the smaller Saiyan. But Vegeta rolled over so the blanket burrito's effectiveness couldn't be compromised. Goku climbed on top of him, and screamed in his face. "I need the sheets or I'm going to get cold!"

"I don't care. Get off of me!"

"I'm going to push you off the bed if you don't give the sheets back!"

"I'd like to see you try!"

Goku flung Vegeta clear off the bed. The blanket burrito crashed against the wall and Vegeta landed in a heap. "You buffoon, you could have hurt me!"

Goku fell on top of Vegeta and smushed his face into the carpet. Vegeta bucked wildly to knock Goku off his back. Goku's hands roamed and massaged him through the layers of sheets. Goku nuzzled the back of his neck. "I'd never hurt you," he whispered.

"Mmm." Vegeta let the calm wash over him. "Then does that mean I don't have to apologize to any more of your friends?"

"Nah. You should still apologize to the rest."

"Ugh. How many more?"

"How about…Piccolo, Yamcha, Tien, and Chiaotzu?"

"That'll take all day. Anyone else you want me to grovel to?"

"Oh wow, you'd apologize to everyone?" Goku counted his fingers. "Might as well talk to Master Roshi and Gohan, too. Oh yeah, and Bulma."

"Bulma doesn't give a shit."

Goku laughed. He pulled Vegeta closer to his chest and purred. "You being this nice really turns me on."

"You freak. I bet you'd screw me right through these sheets."

"Good idea." Goku braced himself, and humped Vegeta's back.

"Yes, fuck me Kakarot! Really give it to me!"

"You feel so good," Goku yelled, "And so soft!"

Vegeta snickered, even with his face getting carpet burn from rubbing against the floor. "Fuck me harder!"

"Yes! Yes! Oh gods!"

"Is my ass tight?"

"So tight, baby."

Goten shoved two orange plugs deep into both his ear canals. He wished his father would give him one night off to get a good night's rest. Or at least a warning signal before him and Vegeta would go at it every night. Months ago it really freaked him out, but now he was one step away from stomping on the floor to get them to shut-up.

"Vegeeeeta, I'm coming!"

Goten pulled his pillow over his head. That seemed to do the trick for now.