"Yowch! That sounds like that would smart!"

"Clearly, that would be the understatement of the century, Kakkarot. But if you bothered to pay attention, that maniacal woman managed to knock me out with one of her homemade sedatives before they went forward with the...procedure." Vegeta shuddered at the thought.

"Well, at least you weren't awake for it," Goku paused slightly as he pummelled a large helping of food into his mouth. "But now you can see why I can't stand needles! They're just gross and creepy and ahhh! It gives me the jitters just talking about it!" Despite having his cheeks completely stuffed with food like a chipmunk preparing for hibernation, the younger Saiyan was able to continue a conversation with surprising eloquence. Vegeta snorted and grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair he was sitting on.

"Feh, at least I have a plausible excuse. You on the other hand, are just a third class coward." Goku just laughed.

"Yeah, but you say that about me anyway. But at least we're friends now so I know you're just joking!" He swallowed the mouthful of food in one large gulp and continued to load up his bowl of rice. "Still can't believe Bulma convinced you to go to a hospital though. I hate that place! But Bulma's pretty good at doing the impossible."

"Don't remind me. But anyway, I have more important matters to attend to rather than observing your disgusting eating habits. It's nauseating." Goku smiled behind his chipmunk cheeks and continued to eat.

"Well, it was still nice of you to drop by! I feel a bit bad that I hogged all the food though. You didn't even have a bite! You really have to thank Bulma for me!" Vegeta chuckled as he stepped out the front door of the Son household.

"Yes, well, no use letting leftovers go to waste. Especially after all the effort the woman put into dinner for our anniversary."