.:Author's Note:. Alright so here's your update guys~! However, a fair warning, I'm leaving to Thailand for five weeks, so obviously I won't be able to update. I also haven't written any more after this yet because of a writers block, but I should be able to update soon after I get back if I can start writing.
Again, sorry for the delay, and feel free send me you suggestions!
On the brighter side, I decided not to cut this story into two parts since I couldn't figure out how, so it's extra long!
Warning for suggestive situations. DO NOT BE ALARMED! Nothing happens. Lets all assume that Vegeta is a homophobic spaz. That should compensate for him imminent rage.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Dragonball, Dragonball Z, or Dragonball GT. These are all owned by Akira Toriyama, Toei Animation, Funimation, and Fuji TV. If I did you'd have some serious crack on your hands.
Chapter Summary: Vegeta finds himself in an awkward position when Goku decides to confront him about his recently skittish behavior. Worms are to blame for his current predicament, no doubt!
Chapter 7: Confrontations and Confusion
"Nnnghhh ah! Ah! Gh… aaahh!"
"How does that feel?"
"Ngh… ah… good…"
"Really? Maybe if I try it like this…"
"Aaaahh~! Ah! Mmmmmgh!"
"Did that feel better?"
"Gh… aah… shut up Kakkarot…"
"You know you're enjoying it, Vegeta."
"Nnnngh… ah… harder damnit!"
"Wha…? Really? But I don't want to hurt you."
"Oh shut up Kakkarot. I'm… ah… not a woman!"
"I never said that!"
"Nnnngh… then push harder you third… ah... class… ngh…!"
"Yeah yeah I get it."
Bulma knocked twice on the door before opening it.
"Hey guys! Lunch is ready in five!" She paused for a minute. "What the hell are you two doing? And where are your clothes…?" Goku looked up from his position straddling Vegeta's back, a bottle of body oil in one hand and his other applied to Vegeta's naked shoulder blades. The princely saiyan, lying prone on his stomach growled beneath Goku, rather peeved at the intrusion. Both were clad in only a pair of torn gi pants, shirts and other garments completely discarded on the floor around them.
"Oh hey Bulma! Lunch sounds wonderful right about now," Goku replied with a grin. He glanced down at the oil in his hand. "I hope you don't mind me borrowing this. Vegeta injured his back earlier today while we were sparring. I'm giving him a massage to help him heal quicker, since we ran out of senzu and Coran's new stock doesn't come in until next week." Bulma cocked an eyebrow, glancing down at the panting Vegeta, who was clearly torn between feeling pleasure at the rough kneading on his sore back, and the embarrassment of his situation.
"Wow Vegeta, I never thought I'd see you in this kind of position. Especially not under another man," the woman noted wistfully. Vegeta glared murderously at Bulma.
"You shut your mouth, woman," he panted. "Anyone here's a word of this and I'll carve your face into ribbons." Bulma smirked.
"Not from down there you won't." Vegeta squirmed beneath the larger saiyan, bristling in rage.
"Hey, calm down Vegeta. I'm not done yet. We still have to work on your lower back."
"My lower back can heal on its own! I have more important things to – ah!" Vegeta arched his back at Goku's touch as the savior of the universe rubbed deep circles in the prince's back.
"Such royal treatment," Bulma mocked.
"I swear… ah… when I'm done… nngh… you are so dead…!" Vegeta spat between gasps.
"So what did you do? Throw out your back?" She asked with a chuckle. "Looks like your age is catching up with you."
"That has nothing to do with it!" Vegeta squirmed.
It really didn't. Let's go back a couple hours to the time of this injury. Perhaps a bit before, just for some backstory.
Vegeta was pissed. Very pissed. He'd been avoiding the saiyan for as long as he could, and pushed the memory to the very back of his mind. He trained in the gravity room all day, hardly stopping for food or breaks. He accompanied Trunks to his game store, washed the dishes (until it got too boring for his tastes and he abandoned the remaining soap-soaked dishes in the sink, much to Bulma's annoyance), and even tried meditating until it he flew off and blew up some mountains to vent his frustrations.
No, saiyans are not good for the ecosystem. Considering all the damage done from their various battles on this god-forsaken planet, it was likely more than one species had suffered beneath misdirected blows. Bah. It was all for the good of the earth, as a certain blundering saiyan would put it.
Vegeta howled, aiming a blow at a large rocky cliff, reducing it to rubble and dust. Thinking about it just made everything worse. He tried to forget it, but something nagged at him. He couldn't rest until he made sure nothing, absolutely nothing, had happened. The prince blasted another hole in the mountain.
"That mountain isn't going to get up, you know," Vegeta whirled around, bristling. A tall and very much peeved namekian stared at him with a raised eyebrow, arms crossed over his chest while his cape gently billowed in a curt breeze.
"Fuck off, greenbean," Vegeta spat, raising a threatening arm. The namekian twitched but made no move to either retaliate or back off.
"Excuse me, but this is my meditation area. I would appreciate you not blowing it up."
"I don't care where you hole yourself up. Find somewhere else!" Vegeta snarled. The namek growled, uncrossing his arms.
"Don't test my patience Vegeta," he warned. Vegeta bared his teeth in a cocky smirk.
"Oh? Are you going to do something about it?" he taunted. The namekian's expression remained impassive.
"I'll call Goku over." Vegeta's face blanched.
"Wh… what?" He muttered, before regaining his composure. "What do you mean by that? Are you too much of a coward to fight your own battles? You think Kakkarot can convince me otherwise?" Piccolo smirked.
"No, but I've noticed you've been rather uncomfortable around him lately. I have no idea if it's your pride acting up again or some personal incident I'm not aware of, but it's a threat that seems to work." Vegeta growled. He really didn't feel like confronting the saiyan just yet, but the namek was pushing his buttons way too hard.
"You call that third-class saiyan and I'll rip out those antennas and stuff them right up your –"
"Hey Vegeta!" Vegeta nearly toppled out of the sky at the orange-clad saiyan's abrupt appearance. Even Piccolo appeared rather shocked. Vegeta glared heatedly at the namek, pointing an accusing finger.
"I warned you not to call him over!" he seethed. Goku blinked, removing his index and middle fingers from his forehead and glancing between the two.
"What? Piccolo didn't call me. I came here looking for you myself." Vegeta paled, feeling his throat grow dry. Piccolo raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. He only turned towards Goku with a slight nod.
"Well, I'll be on my way then. Clearly you two have something important to talk about," he said, glancing down at Vegeta before zipping off with a burst of white ki. Goku glanced at Vegeta and began to descend, relieved to sense the other man following him.
A short and heavily awkward silence ensued between the two as they touched down on the leaf-littered ground. Goku tottered on his heels, scratching an arm and snatching furtive glances at the quiet prince.
"So…" he started. "About that morning –"
"Nothing happened," Vegeta growled. Goku blinked.
"Nothing happened. You say nothing, you remembered nothing." Vegeta insisted, voice growing louder and more firm. Goku shifted nervously. The prince appeared to speak the words much like some kind of mantra. He was trying to convince himself as much as the taller saiyan.
"Right…" Goku mumbled. Vegeta sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Okay. What the fuck happened?" Goku blinked.
"Uh… I really don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?" Vegeta snapped. Goku frowned.
"I mean I don't know," he insisted. Vegeta growled.
"Did…" he struggled to find the right words, "did you feel sore at all that morning?" Goku blinked, averting his eyes.
"Not… not really. I mean, I had a massive headache. But that's it." Vegeta exhaled through his teeth.
"Alright… good, good," he mused. "What do you remember last?" Goku blinked.
"Uh… lots of drinks, I think Tien, Chaotzu, and Yamcha were all passed out on the floor."
"Then you came up to my room, demanding to sleep with me," Vegeta added. Goku blanched. Vegeta, noticing his expression, waved his hands out wildly.
"Not like that you brainless fool! You were complaining about the lack of space. I think you tried to sleep on the floor." Goku nodded, some of the color returning to his face.
"I remember that. Then it gets a bit fuzzy. I remember… fighting?" he attempted. Vegeta groaned, rubbing his head with annoyance.
"Yes well… look… let's just… let's pretend nothing happened. You came into my room, we fought, we somehow fell on the bed and went to sleep immediately." Goku scratched his head.
"Sure, I guess." Vegeta glared.
"Don't sound so unsure," he chided. Goku sighed.
"Alright well, can we just… drop this conversation?" Vegeta paused and sniffed, crossing his arms.
"I assure you that I feel no more comfortable talking about this than you, Kakkarot," he stressed through his teeth. "I swear… just the thought of being with someone of such low class. Disgusting." Goku cringed.
"Geez Vegeta, you're so harsh." The prince swiveled his head and shot a heated glare at Goku.
"Well what do you expect? I just roll over and completely accept something like this?"
"I thought we agreed it never happened?"
"They why are you making such a big deal out of this?"
"I am not," Vegeta hissed.
"Are too!" Goku frowned.
"Are you children done yet?" Goku and Vegeta turned to see a very much irritated Piccolo had returned. "I'm assuming you two finished discussing what you needed to, so I would appreciate it if you let me have my meditation spot back. Unharmed," the namek's gaze flit to Vegeta, "if you please." Goku chuckled.
"Yeah sure, sorry about that Piccolo," he quickly apologized. Vegeta simply grunted.
"Come on, Kakkarot. Our business isn't finished. We'll just have to take it a bit further away since nanny greenbean here is having a fit." Piccolo gnashed his teeth.
"Buzz off, you arrogant prick," he spat. Vegeta growled but shot a meaningful glance at Goku before tearing off through the sky. Goku nodded apologetically at Piccolo again before following the saiyan. They stopped in a large, desert clearing surrounded by rock and minimal brush, a gentle wind nipping at their clothes. A small pond stirred nearby, the earth beside it dark and moist. Vegeta turned around, hands on his hips.
"All right Kakkarot. I've waited long enough. Let's fight. I think we both need the release."
"What release?" Goku asked, confused.
"Oh you know what I mean," Vegeta growled back, crossing his arms. "I'm pissed enough as is." Goku blinked but complied, arching himself in a battle position.
"Whatever you say, 'Geta," he shrugged.
"And I told you not to call me that!" Vegeta snapped into super saiyan, hair flashing blond and eyes into a blazing aqua, and launched himself at the younger saiyan, sending a flurry of punches and kicks at his opponent. Goku yelped, dodging the blows by the inch, and retaliated with full fury. The saiyans exchanged punches, feet and fists flying at each other. Vegeta threw two punches at his opponent, which were duly blocked, before backing up and sending four energy blasts in his direction. Goku retaliated with blasts of his own, whipping around just in time to meet Vegeta's surprise kick from behind. He landed his own kick to vegeta's side, followed by a blast of energy. Vegeta blocked the blows, retaliating with a burst of energy blasts, forcing Goku back towards a cliff. In the midst of the smoke, he launched himself at the saiyan, only to receive a punch to the cheek. Growling, Vegeta retreated a few paces, allowing the smoke to clear up before sending another flurry of blows towards his opponent. Goku blocked them all, snatching Vegeta's fists. The two saiyans battled for power over each other, each leaning against each other, arms trembling under the pressure. Vegeta's gaze suddenly flit over to his left, and his expression turned into one of shock and awe.
"F… Freeza?" he muttered in a cracked voice. Goku stiffened and whirled his head around. Vegeta smirked. He pulled his fists out of Goku's slackened grip, grabbed his wrists, and pulled the saiyan towards him only to land a kick to his temple and send the man plummeting to the ground.
With a triumphant expression, Vegeta landed beside the prone saiyan, arms crossed over his chest and head cocked in amusement. Goku groaned, pulling himself out of the stony ditch he'd created in his landing.
"That was just low, Vegeta," he whined, standing up and dusting off his ragged gi. Vegeta laughed.
"Low? You were the one who was so easily deceived. You're too naïve, Kakkarot. You could easily have sensed Freeza if he was there. Not to mention he's dead anyways."
"Well your face was really convincing," Goku grumbled, "you looked really scared there." Vegeta stiffened, his lips turning into a frown.
"Scared?" he hissed, "I was not scared."
"Well you sure had a mortified expression on your face."
"You can't honestly expect me to be happy when I remember that tyrant, can you?" Vegeta growled. Goku shrugged.
"Yeah well it was still dirty."
"All is fair in death and war, isn't that how the saying goes?"
"Actually it's 'all is fair in love and war,'"
"Oh shut up, you know what I mean." Goku frowned.
"Well, fine then. Have it your way." The younger saiyan dashed towards Vegeta, who quickly dodged a blow to his head, and countered with a kick. Goku blocked and flipped backwards, crouching on the soft earth beside the pond. Vegeta launched himself at Goku with a yell. The saiyan smiled and grabbed a fistful of earth, flinging it into Vegeta's face before kicking the blinded saiyan in the stomach. He retreated a few steps, chuckling.
"What was that about 'all is fair,' Vegeta?" He cackled. Vegeta coughed and sputtered, rubbing at his eyes and trying to removed the caked mud from over his body. The saiyan suddenly froze. Goku flinched as a blood curdling scream echoed through the valley. He stared as Vegeta began fidgeting and rubbing his hands along his arms, eyes wide and filled with panic.
"Uh, 'Geta? What's wrong?" Vegeta paused momentarily to stare at him with loathing eyes.
"F…F….Fucking… W… Worms…" he stuttered. Goku blinked.
"THERE ARE WORMS ALL OVER MY FUCKING BODY YOU NITWIT!" Goku flinched at the outburst. He stared at the older saiyan, who hopped around awkwardly, cursing and rubbing at his body. Goku smirked in amusement. Vegeta noticed the saiyan's lax attitude and whipped around towards him.
"What the hell are you just standing there for!" he snarled. "Get these things off of me!" Goku chuckled, walking over to the squirming prince.
"Geez, calm down Vegeta. They're just worms, they're not going to eat you."
"Urgh, they're disgusting! They're slimy and repulsive and do NOT belong on my body!"
"You know, you could use a ki blast to remove them all," Goku mentioned. Vegeta froze and narrowed his eyes at Goku.
"Smartass," he said pointedly, gathering up his energy and, with a curt yell, snapped the ki around his body, sending dirt and worms in every direction. Goku chuckled amusedly as the mighty saiyan prince stomped around, extinguishing the life of every hapless worm that happened to be nearby beneath his boots.
"Oh wait Vegeta, there's still one on your back." Vegeta froze and glared at Goku.
"Kakkarot you better not be screwing around with me," he threatened. Goku laughed and walked over, plucking a clingy, skinny pink worm off the back of the prince's fighting outfit. He wiggled the small work in front of Vegeta's face.
"Aww look at it! It's so small and harmless! Why does Vegeta hate you so, little guy?" he cooed. Vegeta's face took on a gentle shade of green as he lifted a finger and zapped the work into particles.
"Stop that Kakkarot, it's repulsive." Goku frowned.
"Your face is repulsive," he countered intelligently.
"What are you, a kid? That's something Goten would say." Goku blinked.
"What about Trunks?" Vegeta snorted.
"Trunks is much too intelligent to use a comeback like that."
Meanwhile, at Capsule Corp...
"Hey, you can't use that combo while I'm charging my attack!"
"Yes I can! It's your fault you left yourself unguarded Goten!"
"But that's dirty!"
"Your face is dirty!"
Back at the battle scene in the desert…
"So are we going to finish this or not, Kakkarot," Vegeta growled. Goku shrugged.
"Whenever you want Vegeta. I'm not the one who held us back with a panic attack over some worms." Vegeta snarled under his breath.
"You want to duke it out? Come on then, tough guy!" Goku grinned.
"You're rather sprightly today, aren't you, 'Geta."
"Cut it with the familiarity!" Vegeta snarled, launching himself at Goku. The saiyan blocked the blow, retaliating against a flurry of punches, before plucking Vegeta's left wrist out of the air, spinning the saiyan around and slamming him into the dirt. Goku plopped himself on vegeta's backside, pinning his arms above his head. The proud saiyan struggled desperately, pushing up his power level in vain. Goku simply raised his own to surpass Vegeta's, grinning at his victory.
"Let me go, Kakkarot! This is demeaning!"
"Demeaning for you or for me?" Goku teased. Vegeta growled, turning his mud-smeared face to glare up at the triumphant victor.
"Well it isn't funny. Now let me go! There could be… worms down here." Goku grinned.
"Is that what you're afraid of? Don't worry, most of the worms stay in the soft earth near the water, and that's way over there." He motioned towards the pond with his head, keeping his hands firmly against Vegeta's wrists.
"D… Damnit Kakkarot, I order you to let me go!" Goku leaned over, so that his lips hovered over Vegeta's neck.
"And what if I don't want to?" He countered. Vegeta froze momentarily, eyes flitting over to search Goku's face. The younger saiyan regarded him with a contemplative, if slightly cocky expression, but with nothing suggesting malice or otherwise hidden intentions. The prince shivered slightly under the man's dark gaze, wondering if he was even aware of his own words.
"Kakkarot, I swear if you don't let me go now I'm going to blow up this entire place," he threatened in a low voice, attempting to ignore Goku's breaths as they tickled his neck.
"You're really aggressive today, Vegeta. I don't know if it's about what happened last time but –"
"That has nothing to do with it!"
"Well then I'm not letting you go until you tell me what's unsettling you." Vegeta squirmed angrily.
"Damnit, nothing is! Just… let me go!" The prince's power level suddenly jumped a few notches, surprising Goku. He instinctively applied more pressure to Vegeta's wrists, and glanced down at the man who struggled to flip himself over. Using his legs for balance and support, Vegeta pushed his body against Goku's thighs, twisting his back around. The prince howled angrily, legs thrashing in vain.
"Uh, Vegeta? I think you should stop, that can't be good for your body."
"Oh lay off Kakkarot! You do not tell me what to –" A resounding crack suddenly echoed through the clearing. Vegeta froze, and Goku slowly looked down in concern. The prince ground his teeth together and stifled a howl.
Goku sighed, lifted himself off of Vegeta and released his wrists, relatively confident that the saiyan wasn't going to lash out at him any time soon. Compliantly, Vegeta's hands immediately slid down to clutch at his sides. He swore angrily between stifled groans. Goku shook his head.
"See? I told you not to twist around like that. You're flexible, Vegeta, but not that flexible. Only Buu could pull something like that off." The squirming saiyan glared at him with bloodthirst.
"Let me remind you that this is your fault, you ingrate."
"What? How is this my fault?" Goku countered defensively.
"If you hadn't been restraining me like that, I wouldn't have torn my back out!" Goku's lips twitched.
"You sound like an old man, Vegeta." The prince snarled.
"Shut your –" before he could finish his sentence, the prince screeched in a rather ungainly manner and began wriggling to the side, attempting to drag himself across the ground in a horizontal direction. Bemused, Goku raised an eyebrow.
"What's the matter now, Vegeta?"
"WORM!" He screamed. Goku couldn't help but break out into a large grin.
"I was waiting for that to happen," he commented. The prince of saiyans glared at him murderously from off the ground, glancing at the grayish pink worm that slowly inched its way blindly in his direction.
"Kakkarot get me out of here or I'll make certain that you can never procreate again, you hear me?" Goku sighed.
"Yes you majesty," he snorted, flicking the worm a few miles away and grabbing Vegeta by an arm. The saiyan screeched.
"Watch it you buffoon! My damn back is practically blown out!"
"Sorry," Goku gently set Vegeta back on the ground and placed two fingers to his temple, his other hand resting on Vegeta's shoulder. In a matter of seconds, they reappeared in the living room at Capsule Corporation. Vegeta grunted as Goku helped him sit upright against the wall. The younger saiyan glanced round the room, peeking outside. He sensed no one and returned with an indifferent shrug. Vegeta groaned.
"Where the hell are those damn senzu beans when you need them?" he spat bitterly.
"Coran should have some new ones ready by next week."
"Next week? I can't freaking wait that long!" The saiyan protested. Goku shrugged.
"Maybe Bulma could do something about it." Vegeta rolled his eyes.
"Oh please. That woman is a mechanic, not a doctor." Goku grinned.
"Well its close enough, isn't it?" Vegeta narrowed his eyes.
"No, because I do not desire to have someone prodding at my insides with a metal object, thank you very much." The younger saiyan sighed hopelessly.
"You're so difficult, Vegeta."
"Bite me, I'm a prince."
"So you keep reminding me."
"Are you trying to start a fight with me, you third class–"
"No, I'm not." The two remained silent for a few minutes, disturbed only by Vegeta's occasional grunts. Goku glanced at the saiyan.
"Uh, do you want to lay down or something?" he asked. Vegeta shot him a glare.
"If I wanted to lay down, I could do so myself. I'm not so injured that I can't take care of myself, you know." Goku raised his hands defensively.
"I know, I was just asking." Vegeta narrowed his eyes.
"Well in that case you might as well leave. Your business is done here, clearly." Goku scratched his head, deep in thought.
"I guess," he started. "But I don't want to leave you here by yourself. The Briefs all seem to be out, and Goten and Trunks must have gone out training or something because their energy signals are rather faint." Vegeta grunted.
"I don't need you to babysit me, Kakkarot."
"Yeah yeah, but I'd rather wait until Bulma got back. She'll probably need an explanation for this anyways. The classic 'I fell down the stairs' isn't going to work for this."
"Meddlesome woman. She doesn't need an explanation for anything," Vegeta growled.
"It's Bulma, of course she does," Goku replied humorously. Vegeta narrowed his eyes.
"Have it your way then, but don't expect me to entertain you."
The two saiyans sat in quiet silence for another few minutes, Goku glancing at the prince every so often.
"So… where does it hurt, exactly?" he asked. Vegeta looked as if he were about to tell him off, before another bout of pain interrupted him.
"The… base of the back. Somewhere near the spine I suppose. Damn well must have ripped a muscle or something." Goku tapped his chin thoughtfully.
"You know, it could be that you're always so tense that your muscles tightened up and got stuck or something." Vegeta stared pointedly at Goku.
"If you're trying to be funny, you're only prolonging your imminent suffering." Goku rolled his eyes.
"Seriously Vegeta, you need to learn to relax a bit," the saiyan's eyes suddenly lit up. "That's it!" he exclaimed abruptly. Vegeta narrowed his eyes, regarding the man with suspicion.
"What's 'it?'" he asked cautiously. Goku grinned.
"How about I give you a massage?" Vegeta stared unresponsively.
"A massage! Chichi use to do that for me a long time ago after I got into fights. It felt really good! Though lately, it's been more of a reversal. I've been the one giving her all the massages." As the saiyan ambled on, Vegeta's expression of shock turned into one of revulsion.
"You have to be kidding me! You? Give me a… a massage?" Goku smiled.
"Sure, why not? I swear it'll feel great. Not to brag anything, but I'm pretty good with my hands now." Vegeta paused, taking in that last sentence with narrowed eyes, and shook his head, jaw firmly set."
"There is no way in hell I am letting you touch me," he snarled. Goku crossed his arms, pouting.
"What? Why not?"
"Never mind why not, it isn't happening!" Goku narrowed his eyes and pointed an accusing finger at Vegeta.
"See? You're still sore about that night aren't you?" Vegeta's eyes widened momentarily.
"What? No! I told you that has nothing to do with it!" he sputtered angrily. "And I thought we agreed to drop that subject!"
"Well you don't seem to have given it up, so I won't either!"
"Stop being an ass about this, Kakkarot!"
"Yes you are!"
"No I'm not!"
"Then let me give you a massage!"
"No!" The saiyans stared at each other heatedly for a few moments.
"I won today, so I should be able to do what I want."
"What? We never agreed to anything like that!"
"No, but if you say injuring you is my fault, it's my responsibility to heal you." Vegeta opened his mouth to protest before closing it, as he realized Goku had caught his words and spat them back at him. He glared angrily at the saiyan.
"Five minutes. If I tell you to stop, you stop, hear me?" Goku's face immediately lit up and he jumped to his feet.
"Alright, I'll go get the oil!" Vegeta froze.
"What oil?" he asked, but Goku had already disappeared behind the living room doors and into the bathroom. Vegeta groaned as he heard Goku rummage through the various drawers of the bathroom, mumbling to himself.
A few minutes later, the younger saiyan emerged, a large grin plastered on his face, and a small bottle of almond oil clasped in his left hand which he held up triumphantly.
"Found it!" he announced proudly.
"So I noticed," Vegeta answered dryly. Goku placed his hands on his hips.
"All right, strip!" Vegeta practically fell over from shock.
"What!" he finally rasped after recovering himself. Goku smirked amusedly.
"Come on Vegeta, I can't massage your back if you're wearing a shirt." Vegeta stared at the unabashed saiyan.
"What? Is that some kind of law? You could easily do it through my clothes, right?" Goku sighed.
"But it won't feel the same," he insisted. "Skin contact helps to maximize the amount of control I have over pressure and pain relief. Besides, the oil makes your skin feel warm." Vegeta glared heatedly.
"You have to be kidding me. I didn't agree to this!"
"Yes you did."
"Can it, Kakkarot!" The young saiyan sighed.
"Come on, 'Geta. Just the shirt." Vegeta narrowed his eyes.
"Keep talking like that and I'll make sure you lose yours permanently, as well as everything beneath it."
"You're so morbid Vegeta."
"I've heard that one before," Vegeta answered, but compliantly began removing his shirt, wincing as he stretched his arms over his head. Several bruises from their previous fight lined his finely-toned body, but otherwise, he remained outwardly physically fine.
"All right, can you lay on your stomach?" Vegeta nodded. "Would you rather be on the ground or on the bed?"
"Kakkarot, this isn't a luxury suite. I don't care." Goku shrugged and calmly watched as Vegeta settled on the hardwood floors. He stood and quickly walked to the kitchen and washed his hands, glancing at his reflection in the mirror. A few bruises also marked his own body, including a sweltering purple mark on his left cheek, but he ignored it, narrowing his eyes instead at the ragged remains of his ripped gi. With a sigh, the saiyan ripped off his shirt, discarding it in a nearby trash can, before rejoining the prone Vegeta in the living room.
Upon his re-entry, Vegeta glanced up at Goku, pausing as he noticed his new lack of upper attire.
"Kakkarot, may I ask why you decided to remove your shirt?" he asked.
"It was pretty ragged to begin with, and it would probably get in the way. I didn't want it to dirty anything either." Vegeta absorbed this information with suspicious eyes.
"Stop looking at me like that, Vegeta, I'm not going to eat you." The prince rolled his eyes.
"That's not what I'm worried about."
"Then what is?"
"Nothing. None of your business. Now are you going to do this or not?" Goku sighed and unscrewed the top of the oil. He sniffed it furtively before applying some to his hands and then dripping some along Vegeta's spine. Goku set the oil down and rubbed his hands, before easing them along Vegeta's back. Vegeta tensed, but allowed himself to relax. Goku began by rubbing wide circles along the man's back, spreading the oil and quieting the tense prince. After a few minutes, he actively began to rub his thumbs in small, smooth circles, adding gentle pressure to the center of his back. Vegeta released a small moan, quickly muffling it with his arm. Goku chuckled and stood up, straddling the prince and lowering himself so that he sat on the prince's lower back. Vegeta inhaled sharply.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he snarled.
"Calm down Vegeta, I'm just positioning myself so that I'm better centered."
"You never said anything about sitting on me! Get off, this is demeaning!"
"Everything is demeaning with you, Vegeta, just chill out, alright?" Goku applied some more pressure for emphasis, turning Vegeta's protest into a loud moan.
This continued for about half an hour, Goku silencing Vegeta's complaints and necessary, bitter remarks with continual massaging which even Vegeta could not deny did him much good until Bulma arrived on scene.
And of course, Bulma was none the wiser.
.:Author's Note:. Oh, and for those who enjoyed the beginning of this fic, it's actually based off a short comic I did for a DBZ contest on deviantart. I'll post the link on my profile page if you want to see it!
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