A/N: I got a job! Unfortunately that means I will be updating less often since I can no longer sit at home all day in my pajamas writing this lovely story for you beautiful people. But I plan on updating once a week at the latest!

Everybody Loves Vegeta, Too!

Part Eleven

"Come on Vegeta, we gotta hurry up!" Goku pulled Vegeta along the snow-covered path in pitch darkness. It'd taken Vegeta forever to shower and get dressed again. Goku hadn't been joking earlier when he guaranteed Vegeta wouldn't be able to walk straight. Literally, he couldn't put one foot in front of the other without a sharp pain ripping through his ass.

"I'm walking as fast as I can!" Vegeta hobbled alongside Goku, but just couldn't keep up.

"Just let me carry you there," Goku whined.

But Vegeta's pride was too big to allow that. It was one thing to be carried while flying. That was akin to being treated like royalty. But to have your boyfriend carry you because he turned your asshole into a war zone only hours earlier? That shit was just embarrassing. "I can take a little pain."

"You're a real trooper." Goku laced his fingers with Vegeta's and slowed his pace down to a crawl. They'd never walked around holding hands before. Kakarot, why do you have to be such a girl? Whatever makes you happy, I guess.

"Would it be easier if we both flew into town?" Goku asked.

"No. I…like this." Vegeta tightened his grasp of Goku's hand.

"I love you, Vegeta."

Vegeta sighed. "I love you too."

Goku squealed softly. Vegeta rolled his eyes. Is this how it was going to be from now on? Just throwing around "I love you's" like candy at a child's birthday party? Was that normal? Part of him did enjoy saying the three little words, but outside in the real world, they sounded different. Maybe it was something he had to get used to over time.

The closer they walked toward the quaint, snowy town, the heavier Goku felt in his palm. Are we going to walk down the street holding hands? They stepped under a gas lamp and turned onto the main street that cut through town.

Goku pointed to a storefront across the street. The weathered sign in front read 'The Pig's Pen'. "That place looks good, don't you think?"

Vegeta shrugged. They crossed the street and entered the building. Hot air blew onto them as soon as they stepped foot through the door, much to Vegeta's relief. Inside was a cramped tavern half-full with patrons. The room resembled something out of a European fantasy novel, what with the wooden round tables and ancient hearth present.

Goku left Vegeta at a booth near the back of the room. "I think I have to go to the bar to order. I'll be right back, okay?" He let his hand linger atop Vegeta's for a few seconds longer, then walked away.

A warmth stirred in Vegeta's chest. Never had anyone been so tender toward him. Not even Bulma.

"Heh, did you see the pair that just walked in?"

Vegeta's ears pricked up. His hearing wasn't great, but his sense was more attuned than the average human's. And he definitely possessed super-human abilities at sensing when people were talking shit about him. Whoever was speaking was sitting behind him.

"More faggots?"

"Yep. It must be tourist season already."

Goku returned to the table carrying two giant, steaming sourdough bread bowls. "All they have right now is soup, but it smells pretty good!"

The chipper arrival soured Vegeta's appetite. "Kakarot, did you hear what they said at the table behind us?"

Goku was already sitting down and a third of the way through his bread bowl when he heard Vegeta. He lifted his head to look deep into Vegeta's eyes. "No, I didn't hear anything."

"They called us faggots."

Goku froze his hand. His soup-filled spoon hovered in the air. Oh Kakarot. I can see the wheels turning in your head ever-so slowly. Do you even know what that word means? You poor thing. Vegeta let the silence fill the space between them. He hoped Goku understood. For Vegeta, it would be too catty for him to voice his concern. Too vulnerable. A prince should never get his feathers ruffled by the mindless chirping of commoners. But you're not a prince, Kakarot. What are you going to do about it?

Goku shook his head. He set down his spoon, and rose from the table. Vegeta looked up at him with a shit-eating grin on his face. His partner only gazed back at him blankly, then casually strode to the table behind them.

Vegeta didn't even bother turning his head to watch the show. Instead, he dug his spoon into his bread bowl and stuffed his face.

"Hi there!" That was Goku's voice. "I heard you two had something to say to us?"

"Wuh—what?" And that was the sound of an idiot pissing himself.

"You didn't hear me?" Goku said. "I said, 'I heard you two had something to say to us.' So what was it?"

"We didn't say anything to you guys," said the second man at the table.

"But I think you did. Are you calling me a liar?" Goku asked.

"No sir."

Goku paused. "Hey, is that your wedding band? May I see it?"

Vegeta could hear one of the cowards breathing in and out. The man was about to have a heart attack. "Why do want to see it?"

"We both know the smart thing for you to do is to do what I say. So show it to me."

The whole table fell silent. Vegeta wished he had eyes in the back of his head. He sensed one of the men removing something from his hand. "Ah-ah! Don't take it off. Just put your hand into my hand," Goku said.

Wow. Kakarot is a monster. Vegeta got turned on a little just by the hint of violence in Goku's voice.

"This is a really nice ring. Do you love your wife?"

"Yes, sir."

"Have you ever held hands with another man before?"

The man blubbered a bunch of nonsense before spitting out, "No."

"What's it like holding my hand? Pretty nice, right?"

"Um—" A bone cracked. The man screamed, but his friend covered his mouth. "You broke my finger!" he yelled hoarsely.

"Be quiet." Another long pause. "I hope you don't mind if I keep this. Thanks!" Goku walked back to their table, sat down, and continued his meal.

Vegeta grinned so hard, he felt like his face would split in two. "Hi, sweetheart."

"Hey." Goku finally smiled back at him. He held open his free palm. "Would you like this?"

Vegeta stuck up his middle finger. "Put it on."

Goku slid the ring firmly onto Vegeta's finger. It fit perfectly.

"We should hurry up," Goku said. He munched on the last piece of fluffy crust on his plate. "I've wanted to take you somewhere special that's on the other side of the world. It's going to close soon!"

"Fine." Vegeta twirled his hand around to stare at the ring in admiration. I never knew he had it in him.

Once more, Goku had the pleasure of carrying Vegeta in his arms as they flew to their next destination. He looks like a little kid, Goku thought. Vegeta's hands clenched the front of Goku's shirt while his wide eyes took in the rippling ocean beneath them. He could have IT'd them across the world, but then he would've missed out on this moment. Gently, he kissed a line along Vegeta's strong jaw. "We're almost there."

Vegeta pressed his cheek flush against Goku's. "Do you enjoy spoiling me?"

"I love it."

"Good. Keep it up."

Goku sighed at the warmth against his face. "Vegeta, be honest. I didn't hurt you too much this morning, did I?"

"Did you forget I'm a warrior? I've taken a pounding before."

Heat rose to Goku's face. "That's not what I meant. That part was great. I meant all of the, you know…slapping…and calling you a slut…"

Vegeta rubbed his nose against Goku's cheek. "Would you feel better if I washed your mouth out with soap later?"

"I'm being serious."

"You worry too much. I enjoyed myself immensely."

Goku frowned. He wanted to ask so badly if the name he heard come out of Vegeta's mouth was just his imagination. Will he get mad at me if I bring it up? But if it's a real problem, we should definitely talk about it, right? Dammit, what if it was just a joke? That doesn't make sense, though. Vegeta doesn't have a good sense of humor. "'Geta, I have a question. It's pretty silly. But uh, in the middle of sex, did you call me Frieza at one point?"

Vegeta inhaled slowly, then held his breath. Goku panicked. Why isn't he saying anything?!

"Haha, Kakarot. Very funny."

"Huh?"

Vegeta's shoulders bounced in silent laughter. "I'm sorry. It takes me a second to tell when you're joking."

"I wasn't joking, Vegeta. You said, and I quote, 'Stop being a pussy and fuck me already, Frieza.'"

Vegeta burst out into laughter. "I did not!"

"You did!" Goku didn't mean to yell it. But he hated being gas lighted!

"Kakarot," he said, still laughing and catching his breath, "maybe I said something strange, but I doubt I would say that. You have to remember I was pretty incapacitated at the time."

"Uh…" Goku wasn't sure how to respond to that. Maybe he did imagine it. Even if it did happen, what would that change if Vegeta himself didn't remember it at all? Should he be concerned? Goku had plenty of experience saying things he didn't mean, so maybe it was similar to that. I hope. All of the possible implications of what Vegeta said were terrifying.

So he decided to not think about it anymore. At least for now. Technically they were still on their date, and so far it'd been perfect! Well, except for Vegeta crying. And Vegeta confessing he thought of himself as trash. And Vegeta telling him he'd willingly had sex with Frieza one time. And Vegeta calling him Frieza in the throes of mind-blowing sex. Oh, and that guy that called them slurs. But other than that, everything was perfect!

"Are you okay?" Vegeta's cheerful demeanor had evaporated.

"Oh, yeah! Sorry, I was thinking too hard again."

"Mmhmm."

Goku could have sworn Vegeta stopped himself from poking fun at Goku's intelligence. The fact he knew to censor himself made Goku feel…flattered. "Anyway, we're here now! You're going to love this place!"

Out of all the places in the world, Vegeta would've never guessed Goku would pick an art gallery.

It was overwhelming. It wasn't a huge gallery by any means, but judging by the enormous crowds milling in and out the front doors, it was the cultural heartbeat of the European city they landed in. Priceless, hundreds of years old paintings hung on the walls. Vegeta had to shove small children out of the way to get close enough to look at them. Good thing he didn't have a soft spot for kids like Goku.

Every painting he stared at seemed familiar, yet distant. He hated and enjoyed the feeling at the same time. It made him feel insignificant, but in a good way.

"Wow, how long do you think it took to paint this one?" Goku asked.

Vegeta shrugged, and returned his attention back to the French modernist painting he was currently preoccupied with. Goku was obviously out of his comfort zone being in a space where people generally didn't say much, and spent hours staring at pictures that didn't even move. It was stupid, really, when Vegeta thought about it. But he felt just as human as everyone else in the gallery. He, too, was under the spell of the romantic art museum.

"Do you know what this one is called?"

Vegeta whipped his head around to find the source of the voice. A tall brunette stood next to Goku. She wore a slinky white dress that fit in all the right places, and Vegeta immediately knew she was trouble. Not this again, he thought.

"Uh," Goku blushed at having been put on the spot. "No."

"It's called 'Intérieur, femme en bleu fouillant dans une armoire'. Or in English," she said with a sly smile, "Interior, woman in blue searching in a cupboard."

"That's a weird name. And why didn't you just tell me the English name first?"

The woman was taken aback. "The original title is in French."

Goku blinked. "Why?"

Vegeta snickered. Usually the women that swarmed Goku in public didn't try to impress him by pulling from a well of knowledge. Whoever this woman was, she was in for a rude awakening. The exchange was almost as interesting as the painting itself.

"Why? Why? Because it was made in France!" she exclaimed.

"Ooh, that makes sense." Goku squinted at the painting as if the information she revealed would change his perception of it. "So the name…is just a description…of what's happening in the painting."

Now the woman blushed. "Yes, that happens often. Especially if the painting is directly from observation, and part of a series."

Goku smiled. "If it was me, I would've named it something cooler."

"Um…okay…"

"What is the lady in the painting looking for, anyway?"

"What is she looking for? I don't understand," the woman said. She was shaking her head now. Malfunctioning.

Vegeta kept his mouth shut. Kakarot, you are a genius!

Goku clicked his tongue. "Did you even look at the painting?! She's searching for something inside of the cupboard, but we can't even see what it is because she's in the way!" Goku crossed his arms and frowned. "It doesn't make any sense. Why would someone even paint this!"

The woman clutched the white pearls around her neck. "I…I…It's an observation piece! This is a painting of Félix Vallotton's wife!"

"His wife? He decided to paint his wife and didn't even bother to show her face? What's the point in that?"

The woman was stunned into silence. Vegeta wheeled around and grabbed Goku's hand. "I think it's time to go, my love." The woman looked at Vegeta, only now noticing him for the first time. Goku grinned at Vegeta's sudden affection, unaware of what was really happening. Vegeta pulled the larger Saiyan away from the painting.

"Vegeta," Goku said in a low voice, "I think you would make a good artist."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you like it a lot, right?"

Vegeta laughed. "It takes a lot more than liking something to be good at it." He mulled over what he said in his mind. It sounded strange coming out of his mouth.

They approached another painting. "I've seen this one before," Vegeta said. The canvas was roped off, so he could only get as close as a few feet away from it. "It's by Monet."

"Wow, this one is—" Goku tripped on the smooth concrete floor. He face planted. His elbow landed smack dab in the middle of the painting.

"Oh fuck!" Vegeta grabbed his hair, absolutely horrified.

Goku frowned. He dragged his elbow out of the giant hole he'd created. He yelped, and pulled himself up from the floor. "V-Vegeta!"

"How did you—why—?!" Vegeta scanned the room for any witnesses. A group of tourists congregated in a corner were already taking pictures of the damage.

"Shit, Vegeta!" Goku was all tangled up in the rope around the painting. He flailed around like a fish caught in a net. "I'm stuck! Help me!"

"Kakarot, this painting probably costs millions of dollars!"

"We've got to get out of here." Goku crawled up from the floor and grabbed Vegeta's hand. "Let's go!"

They both raced backwards through the gallery. The ropes and the metal stands attached to Goku's legs trailed behind him like the world's worst wedding train. Their clanks and clatters echoed throughout the small gallery space. The noise was horrible enough to confuse any innocent bystanders that a gunman had entered the gallery.

Museum security chased after the duo. "Stop right there!" A fat man wearing a uniform screamed and pointed at them with his nightstick. "You're going to pay for what you've done!"

"You'll never get me alive!" Goku screamed. They were almost to the exit!

A younger museum guard jumped from the shadows and tackled Vegeta. The Prince yelled in surprise, and punched the man in the stomach. "Fuck off!"

The guard crumpled to the floor like a rag doll. Shit, I hope I didn't kill him! Vegeta thought.

They crashed through the entrance doors. Glass sprayed everywhere. A man waiting in line outside screamed as the shards rained on his face. "My eyes! I'm never going to be able to see my friends or family ever again!"

"Sorry, Mister!" Goku yelled. He picked Vegeta up and blasted away into the air.

Goku carried Vegeta to a hill on the outskirts of the city. The landing was nasty, and Vegeta ended up with his face buried in a mound of dirt. "Goddammit, Kakarot, what the fuck was that back there!"

"I'm so sorry, Vegeta." Goku sat on his butt and busied himself with untangling the ropes from his legs. "It was an accident!"

Vegeta brushed the dirt off the side of his face. "I've never known you to be that clumsy in battle!"

"I know, I know. I was just really nervous in that place." Frustrated, he grabbed a piece of rope between his hands and tugged until it was so taut, it broke. He sighed as the rest of the rope fell from his ankles and freed him. "I hope I didn't ruin your experience. I really wanted it to be special since I know you like art so much."

Vegeta titled his head. Goku looked cute, sitting in the pile of ropes like a lost child. He really did try his best. "It's fine, Kakarot."

"Really?! You're not mad at me?"

"Nah." He tenderly rubbed Goku's shoulder. "You're like a big, stupid, cute bull in a china shop."

Goku gave him a lop-sided grin. "Thanks, Vegeta."

Vegeta looked westward. The city basked in the afternoon light. Ancient stone buildings mingled with modern metal skyscrapers. "Is this the end of our date?"

Goku blushed and scratched the back of his head. "It's all I had planned. Did I do a good job?"

"A great job."

"Oh, thank Kami." He leaned back so his head landed in Vegeta's lap. "Whew, all of that made me hungry again. Want a second dinner?"

Vegeta shrugged. "What the fuck, why not."

They strode down the hill to get back to town. Vegeta, feeling picky, decided they should just grab some food from a local salumeria. They bought enough meat, bread and Chianti for the butcher to ignore that they didn't know a lick of the local language. The butcher even offered them some free tobacco, which Vegeta refused after noticing Goku's judgmental glare.

After their purchase, they returned to the rolling green hills outside of town for a picnic. Vegeta tried to be flirty and hand-feed Goku slices of pastrami, but after getting bitten several times he gave up on the venture all together.

"Kakarot," Vegeta said, popping open their bottle of wine, "I wish we didn't have to go home."

"Really?" Goku gulped down the rest of the sandwich he made. "I guess our date doesn't have to end right now if you don't want it to."

"Do you mind if we talk a little?"

"Of course not. I love talking with you."

Vegeta glanced away. He'd lost count of how many compliments he'd been showered with in the past 24 hours. "Thank you."

Goku rolled onto his stomach, and propped his chin into his hand. "You know, Vegeta, I was just thinking back to a few months ago before all of this happened. You know what's different about you compared to then?"

He wasn't sure if he wanted to hear the answer. "No."

"You're a lot more relaxed."

"You make it sound like I used to be a complete spaz."

"Well, yeah. Kinda." Vegeta flipped him off, and Goku giggled. "No, that's a good thing! You're very cute when you're upset."

"You're making me upset right now!"

"Uh-uh. I don't think you are. You're really happy right now. I can tell."

Vegeta had to concede to that accusation. Even though Goku punched a hole through a priceless, irreplaceable painting, Vegeta couldn't find the effort to be upset. With the setting sun casting a golden halo around Goku's hair, he looked even more angelic than usual.

I'm turning into such a disgusting sap. And I don't care. "You're right," he said. Vegeta stared at Goku's mouth until it quirked into a smile again. "You figured out how to not piss me off."

Goku pumped his fist in the air. "Yes! I win!"

Vegeta shook his head in shame. They passed the bottle of Chianti back and forth a few times, interrupting the exchange with a few swigs. "What do you think everyone else is doing back home?" Goku asked.

"The same thing they always do. Your friends don't change up their routines very much."

Goku nodded, a bit slow from his buzz. "Yeah, you're probably right." He paused. "Oh shit, Vegeta, I forgot about Goten!"

"Huh? What about him?"

"No one made him breakfast this morning!" Goku pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Ugh, I didn't even notice my phone died!"

"He's almost an adult. He'll live. Even animals in the wild learn how to survive with very little."

Goku gave him a grave expression. "I'm not so sure about that."

"He's fine. Don't let him ruin this evening."

Goku put his phone down. "I guess, if you say so…" He looked over at Vegeta. "Hey, I thought we weren't going to be distracted!"

"I'm just checking my phone. I had it on silent until now. Don't get your panties in a twist." Vegeta flicked his thumb over the face of his cell. "I got a lot of missed calls from your kid. But I'm sure he's fine."

"Poor thing. Let me call him."

"Give me a second. It looks like I also got a text from—" Vegeta shut-up.

"From who, Vegeta?"

"Um. Yamcha."

Goku raised a brow. "What did he say?"

Vegeta continued to scan his phone. "He just said he's sorry. About the other day."

Goku drummed his fingers against his thigh. "I visited him the morning before our date. I, uh, was going to talk to him about what he did."

"Oh?" A light blush stained Vegeta's face.

"Yeah. He was really apologetic, so everything's fine like you said. He acted super weird, though. He mentioned something about a 'threesome'. Do you know what that is?"

Vegeta whole face was red now. "He said he wanted to have a threesome with you and me?"

"Why are you acting so funny? And what's a 'threesome' anyway?" Goku popped another piece of meat into his mouth and chewed.

"Kakarot, you know what a threesome is. You said so yourself—that you had sex with those two girls when you were 18 years old."

Goku's eyes widened. "That's a threesome? Sex with two women at the same time?!"

"They don't have to be women."

Now it was Goku's turn to blush. "So, um…Yamcha was telling me he wanted to…do stuff…with you and me? At the same time?"

Vegeta played with the now empty wine bottle in his hand. He couldn't look Goku directly in the face. "The impression I got when I visited him was that he wasn't just interested in me. I'm sure the same thing I experienced would've happened to you, had you been there."

Goku stared off into the distance. "Huh." He scratched his head. "Huh," he said again. He stuffed more meat into his mouth. "…Huh."

I wish I could read your mind right now! Vegeta continued to spin the bottle around in his hand. He had to tread lightly around this subject. He hadn't come to any conclusions about Yamcha's proposition either. But he assumed Goku would never be interested in a threesome. He was a paragon of monogamy. Even when the man was dead, he didn't get his dick wet since he knew it would upset his wife. All things considered, the threesome Goku had as a teenager was probably a whim based on ignorance. To complicate matters more, Yamcha was the third-class's childhood friend. Most likely he'd never thought of him in a sexual way at all.

Yep. There was no way it could ever happen.

"What do you think about us having a threesome, Vegeta?"

Shit! Shit! What's the right way to respond! "What do you think about it, Kakarot?"

Goku wrinkled his nose. "Well…I'm kinda pissed off. I love Yamcha, but at Bulma's party a few months back he made a big fuss when I said I didn't like women. And now he likes men all of a sudden?" Nervous, Goku chewed on the end of his thumb. "Do you think he's trying to play a joke on me?"

No Kakarot, nothing about my visit to his apartment was funny. "I don't think so. He seemed pretty…sincere when he came onto me. Besides, I'm sure he still likes women. Not everyone gets stuck on one thing."

"Hmm. Even so, I think it sounds pretty weird. And awkward. And I've never thought of Yamcha before in that way. So I can't see it happening."

There. There was Vegeta's answer. "That makes sense."

"But, ah, I don't know. The more I think about it…it sounds like it could be fun? I don't know." Goku stared at something fascinating on the tip of his boot. "Would you, uh, think differently of me if I was interested?"

Vegeta licked his lips. "Not at all." Shit, I hope that didn't come off as too whorish. Kakarot just gave me the best sex of my life this morning, and I'm already gunning to jump in bed with another man.

Goku raised a brow. "You wouldn't see that as cheating?"

"Not if we mutually agree to do it together. And set boundaries."

"What do you mean by that?" Vegeta noticed Goku's pupils were slightly dilated. All of this talk of a threesome captivated him, but the Prince wasn't sure if the fascination was out of curiosity or morbid interest.

Perhaps the best way for Vegeta to approach this was to be as simple and clinical as possible. "It's a good idea to agree on what things we would and wouldn't want to do with Yamcha."

Goku leaned closer. "Like what kind of things?"

"Oh, I don't know!" Vegeta waved his hand in the air. "Like whether or not you would be okay if I gave him a blowjob."

"So you're saying you do want to give him a blowjob."

"I'm just giving hypothetical scenarios!"

A strange shadow came over Goku's face. "What if we gave him one at the same time?" He paused. "Hypothetically."

"I would be okay with that." Holy shit, I would be more than okay with that.

"I think I would be too." The sinister look on Goku's face disappeared, and was replaced with a small grin. "I think I get it now!"

"Good."

"We should call Yamcha! It doesn't make any sense to talk about this without including him." Goku reached for Vegeta's phone and snatched it from his palm before he could react.

"What?! No!" Vegeta lunged on top of Goku. Unfortunately, Goku's arms were longer than Vegeta's, so Goku easily kept him out of reach. "Stop it! Don't call him! You're going to embarrass me!"

"Wow, you must think Yamcha's pretty cute to fight this much!" Goku went through Vegeta's contacts and called Yamcha. "I hope he isn't too busy right now!"

"Oh my Gods, stop it Kakarot! I'm serious!"

"Hey Yamcha, glad you picked up! Yeah, this is Goku calling from Vegeta's phone. Hold on, I'll put you on speaker phone."

Steam rose from Vegeta's ears. "I can't believe you!"

"Um, hello?" Yamcha's voice rose from the phone.

"Vegeta's here right next to me!" Goku wrapped his arms around Vegeta. "Whoa!" Goku dodged Vegeta from almost biting down on his neck. "Be nice, Veggie!"

"How are you both?" Yamcha's voice was strained.

"Pretty good. I took Vegeta out on a date, but he wanted to keep the party going. So, um, we decided to call and see if you wanted to hang out tonight."

Hang out? HANG OUT? Vegeta wanted to dig a shallow grave on the hill they sat on and bury himself. No one in their right mind would let Goku plan a threesome. But here it was, happening right before him. Goku didn't even communicate he was on board with it!

"Oooh." Yamcha didn't respond for a long while. In Vegeta's heart of hearts, he hoped the reception had dropped. But of course, he rarely got his way. "What did you have in mind for tonight?"

"You remember when you mentioned that threesome to me?"

Vegeta screamed, "Shut-up, Kakarot!"

"Anyway…Vegeta and I just started discussing it, and I think we're interested. Right, Vegeta?"

Cocksucker! He didn't want to say yes, because he had some fucking subtly and class. But he couldn't say no because that would just be a goddamn lie. "Uhh…I am…interested…"

"Oh, wow." Yamcha laughed awkwardly. "Umm, okay."

Great. Because of Kakarot's way with words, Yamcha probably isn't even interested anymore. "We were just discussing it, is all," Vegeta said in his defense.

"No, it's fine. I'm, um, glad you decided to be open to…having some fun tonight."

Vegeta buried his face in his hands.

"Great!" Goku pointed both fingers forward as if Yamcha were standing there in front of him. "Vegeta and I wanted to decide what to do with each other. And what's off-limits." Goku gave a thumbs up to Vegeta, proud for remembering the highlight of their previous conversation.

"Goku, that's very thoughtful of you. But how about we just hang out a bit first? And by "hang out", I actually mean hang out, and not, uh, you know. Have sex."

"That sounds good to me. I can IT us there once we're done with dinner."

"Sweet. See you soon." The phone clicked once Yamcha ended the call.

Goku stuffed the rest of the food down his throat. He chewed happily, until he saw Vegeta curled on the ground in the fetal position. "Aw, Vegeta, don't be like that."

"I didn't know we were going to do it tonight!"

"Is that too soon?"

"Uh—I guess not—"

Goku's eyes narrowed. "You're attracted to Yamcha, right?"

Vegeta scoffed. "He's not too bad to look at."

"Okay. That's good. The thing is, I don't know for sure how I feel about the whole thing. But I'm willing to try it out." Goku slurped down the last pepperoni slice. He gathered up their trash. "Do you feel jealous at all?"

"I know you wouldn't do anything to betray me, so no."

"I feel the same way." Goku licked his teeth. "I feel like I should be jealous, though. That you're attracted to him. By the way, is that a recent thing?"

Vegeta wasn't sure if he should tell Goku the whole truth. He hadn't thought once about Yamcha before that day he visited him alone. Maybe he was fucked in the head, but the prospect of banging a man who dated his ex turned him on. Not only that, but the fact he was pivotal in Goku's life as well made the circumstance all the more…devious. Like he could snatch away this innocent relationship Goku held, and tear it apart layer by layer to reveal what it really was at the center. Animalistic attraction.

But that would be a disturbing thought to express aloud to Goku before they even started the deed. So he said, "I always thought he looked fine. It's the idea of being with the both of you that entertains me."

"Huh. I don't get it, but maybe I will later." He held onto Vegeta's hand, and IT'd them across the world to Yamcha's place.

This is weird. This is really, really, really weird, Goku thought.

It took only ten minutes being at Yamcha's apartment for things to get a bit freaky for Goku. Yamcha played music, which helped him mellow out a bit. Goku bragged about all of the places he took Vegeta on their date, sans the part where Vegeta cried and Goku tore a hole in an antique painting. Yamcha laughed and blushed a lot, even though Goku hadn't said much that was funny.

Goku said something—he didn't remember what—but when he turned his head to gauge Yamcha's reaction, the man looked back at him with a humorless expression. Goku envisioned it happening before it did. Seconds later, Yamcha pressed his mouth against his own.

This is so weird! This is Yamcha! Yamcha is kissing me right now! Goku felt Yamcha's soft mouth work against him. It didn't last long—he pulled away from Goku and stared back at him with half-lidded eyes.

"Wow," Goku said. He blushed.

"Yeah." Yamcha's voice was so low, Goku barely heard it.

The silence was killing him. Vegeta sat on the opposite side of the couch, staring at him with an expression he couldn't quite read. Was Vegeta upset with him?

"Kiss him again," Vegeta said.

Is he speaking to me or Yamcha? The impulse to kiss flooded his senses. He leaned forward. He met Yamcha halfway this time, and pressed firmly back against him. Goku panicked—he had crossed a boundary with his childhood friend he could never renege from. He wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. Could it be neither? Cautiously, he cradled Yamcha's strong jaw to feel if the skin there was as soft as his lips.

Yamcha moaned. He took Goku's gesture as an invitation to explore his mouth further. It was strange, making out with a man who wasn't Vegeta. Goku had never been able to completely comprehend his sexual preferences: he'd been attracted to Chi-Chi, but didn't experience the same thrill being around her like with Vegeta. She didn't have a firm jaw he could touch, nor rippling muscles he could grasp between his hands. Goku was comfortable assuming he didn't like women, but never believed he preferred men.

Until now. He was going to break the damn zipper on his jeans if Yamcha kept this up. Eerily, as if his friend read his mind, Yamcha palmed the bulge in his pants to confirm Goku's revelation. Goku groaned, and Yamcha broke the kiss.

Yep. I'm definitely gay.

"Vegeta, come over here," Yamcha said without breaking his gaze with Goku. Vegeta obliged. Goku watched Vegeta carefully crawl across the couch to sit beside him. Once more, Goku couldn't read the look on Vegeta's face. At the most, he looked curious.

"Show me how you kiss Goku," Yamcha said.

Vegeta's trance broke. He cupped Goku's chin in his hand. Goku gasped as Vegeta ravaged his mouth. While Yamcha was soft and tender with him, Vegeta's kiss in comparison was an assault. Goku closed his eyes when he felt the pressure of a second mouth fighting to kiss him as well.

Goku had to brace himself against the couch. Vegeta and Yamcha took turns kissing him on his lips, face, and alongside his neck. At one point both of their tongues were inside his mouth fighting for dominance; Goku accepted defeat and let them push him onto his back.

Vegeta pulled away to catch his breath. "Kakarot," he huffed. Goku watched him lick his lips. "Are you okay with this?"

Goku yelped. Yamcha was nipping on his earlobe. "Y-yes," he said.

Yamcha pulled away to whisper into Goku's ear. "Let me know if you want to stop."

Goku shifted on his back. "Um, I want…" He felt awkward having two sets of eyes on him. "I want Yamcha to kiss Vegeta."

Vegeta smirked. Before Yamcha could even react, Vegeta grabbed the back of his head and smashed their mouths together. Yamcha grunted and countered Vegeta's strength with his own.

Holy shit. Goku gaped at Vegeta and Yamcha's furious make-out session. Goku pulled himself up and scooted farther down the couch. Once the space cleared, Vegeta straddled Yamcha waist. Goku had never been so turned on and confused his whole life: here his lover was, basically riding another man's dick with his clothes on. Mentally Goku kicked himself for not tearing them apart. Shouldn't he be jealous? In this situation he just couldn't see a hint of betrayal from either of them. All he felt was a tinge of guilt at being turned on by the love of his life dry humping one of his best friends.

Wow, Yamcha is really hot. Goku watched intently as Vegeta reacted to Yamcha's every touch. He would squeeze hard on Vegeta's ass to make the Prince gasp and break the kiss, then pull away to smile wickedly into his eyes. Goku realized Yamcha used Vegeta's smaller size as an advantage, basically manhandling him in various ways to get different reactions from him. At one point, Yamcha trailed the tip of his finger alongside Vegeta's ear, which made the smaller Saiyan gasp for air. Yamcha used the moment to dip down and suck on Vegeta's neck. Geez, he's good, Goku thought.

Vegeta's pocket buzzed. Yamcha pulled his mouth off of Vegeta. "Your phone," he said, short of breath.

Vegeta groaned in protest. He pulled out his phone and looked at the screen. "It's Bulma."

"Uh…" Yamcha looked horrified.

Vegeta stared at Yamcha and Goku, as if one of them should be responsible for answering. "Well?!" he spat.

"It might be important. We've been gone for a long time," Goku said. He was surprised by how dry his mouth felt.

Vegeta answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Vegeta! What's going on!" Goku could hear Bulma yelling through the speaker. "I tried to call Goku but his phone is dead. Goten has been here freaking out for most of the day."

Vegeta rubbed the space between his eyes. "Kakarot and I just decided to stay out longer than planned."

"When will you be back?"

He looked at Yamcha. "Sometime tomorrow."

"Ugh! You could've given me a heads up, you know! Or at least given Goten a heads up. Can I speak with Goku?"

Vegeta passed the phone over to Goku. Goku mouthed no, but Vegeta just closed Goku's palm around the phone. Goku stared at his hard-on. Was he really going to talk to Bulma like this? He had to end the conversation fast. "Hey, Bulma!"

"Goku! I know you like to go MIA a lot, but I thought you were going to be different from now on!"

There went his boner. "I'm sorry, Bulma! I was going to call Goten earlier, but I got distracted." He honestly did feel bad about that.

"Don't tell me. Tell that to Goten. He's been worried sick about you!"

"Um, tell Goten I'm really sorry. I lost track of time. Really!" Goku scratched the back of his head, hoping his sincerity came through. "I promise we'll be back tomorrow. Is it okay if he stays over at Capsule Corp?"

"Of course it's fine," Bulma said, her anger slipping into slight annoyance. "It's just that when you have kids, you can't be as spontaneous, you know? But Goten is almost an adult…" She sighed. "Really, he'll be fine. I'm glad I got to speak with you. I'll relay the information to him. He'll have fun spending time with Trunks anyway."

"Yeah, I bet," Vegeta murmured.

"Okay, thanks Bulma!" Goku pulled the phone away from his ear to end the call, but was interrupted when Bulma spoke again.

"Where are you two right now anyway? I hear music in the background."

Goku bit his lip, and looked to Vegeta and Yamcha for help.

Yamcha mouthed fuck, and stared up at the ceiling. "They're with me, Bulma. We're just hanging out."

Vegeta looked like he was two seconds away from slapping Yamcha into the next dimension. "You idiot!" he whispered.

Goku wasn't stupid. He didn't want to lie to Bulma, but telling her they were "just hanging out" with Yamcha at his apartment after a 24-hour date sounded shady as hell.

"Oh, really? Huh. I didn't know Vegeta and Yamcha were even friends."

"We decided it was a good idea to get to know each other better," Vegeta yelled.

Goddammit Vegeta, now isn't the time to be cute! "Um, we also wanted to stop by the area and spend some time in West City." Goku hoped that band-aid worked.

"Oh, that's sweet!" Bulma's smile came through in her voice. "I'm glad you're all getting along, then. Promise to tell me later how everything went."

Goku squeezed his eyes shut. "I promise."

"Okay, okay, I won't interrupt any more of your guy time. Have fun, and I'll see you tomorrow!" She paused. "Oh, and say hi to Yamcha for me!"

"Hi Bulma!" Yamcha squeaked.

Goku laughed at a strange pitch. "Alright, see ya!" He ended the call.

"Jesus Christ, that was scary," Yamcha said. He was sweating bullets.

"You're better when you don't speak," Vegeta growled. He kissed Yamcha again. Yamcha blushed this time.

"Maybe we should actually go out," Goku offered. After that phone call, he wasn't going to be turned on again anytime soon. He needed fresh air. "Yamcha, you did say we should hang out first before…you know…"

"You're right." Yamcha pushed Vegeta off his lap. "There's actually a great club downtown."

"A club? No," Vegeta said, holding up both hands. "I don't do dancing."

"Dancing sounds like fun!" Goku said, ignoring Vegeta completely.

"Great! I'll just get ready and we can head over." Yamcha walked out of the living room toward the back of his apartment. Goku watched him and wondered if he should follow him into his bedroom. No…that couldn't end well.

Vegeta scooted across the couch to press himself against Goku's thigh. "Are you sure you want to go through with this? You look a bit—" Vegeta leaned close and kissed Goku's nose. "Upset."

"Naw, I'm okay." Goku whistled low. "All of this is pretty new for me."

Vegeta massaged his arm. "We can stop whenever you want."

That was what Goku feared the most. That he wouldn't be able to stop himself at all.