Contagious By chibi_vegeta Pairing: Vegeta/Goku Disclaimer: yeah sure, I own everything... Warnings: Snot, Bodily Functions, Drunkenness, Yaoi, SEX, PWP/TWT/OOC Archive: submit URL "Ho, Ho, Ho!" Son Goku grinned through the stack of packages heaped in his arms as he greeted his longtime friend. "Well, hi, Goku!" Bulma laughed. "Glad you could come, where's Chi-chi and Gohan?" Just then the dark-haired woman brushed past her ex-husband, her adult son in tow, much to his chagrin. "Hi Bulma! We're so flattered you'd ask us to Capsule's Christmas party, am I dressed ok? Does Gohan look all right?" Son Chi-chi fluttered and groomed at her son as her erstwhile husband staggered through the door with his burden of gifts. After multiple deaths and long absences, Chi-chi had threatened her husband with divorce if he didn't come to heel, and act as she expected. One thing she hadn't expected was his cheerful agreement to the split, citing the fact that he was used to doing as he pleased and that their sons were growing up just fine without him. Her temper had gotten the best of her before her brain could kick in and she'd followed through before realizing that, once divorced, she had no real leverage. It vexed her no end, despite the fact that he was always on call to do heavy work around the house or, in situations such as this, escort her to wherever she needed to go. Bulma grabbed her by the elbow and guided her into the spacious Capsule Corporation home, complimenting her on her dress and Gohan's appearance. "Oh come on, Chi, I invite you every year! And I'm sure Gohan will catch some suitable young lady's eye." She grinned and winked back at Goku as he made his careful way to the huge Christmas tree and began distributing the Son gifts among the mound of others already there. Trailing along after Bulma and his ex-wife, Goku looked around at the lavish decorations and smiled. He really loved the holidays, any holiday; they usually meant plenty of food and beer, and they were really the only times he got to see all his friends together at once. His ears perked at the sounds of revelry and music from behind the double-doors of Capsule's grand ballroom and his nose was already twitching with the wonderful smell of food. "Mmmm! Buffet!!" He practically leapt ahead of the women, and swept the doors open wide for them. They were barely through before he left them to bound toward the long tables set up at one end of the room. "All Right!" Everyone familiar with Goku knew the sound of their friend's greeting to his favorite thing in the universe and all knew to stay out of his way as he ravaged the buffet, plates balanced on one arm and a tureen of soup atop the jagged spikes of hair on his head. His eyes were nearly invisible behind the glowing smile as he stacked food high on the plates before making his way to the table Bulma always reserved for him during these gatherings. Corporate guests looked on with a mixture of horror and awe as the burly fighter in the brown suit gulped and chewed his way through enough food for the entire remainder of the gathering. Bulma twitched a finger at the head caterer and nodded, giving him the signal to refill the buffet. She knew from experience that it was best to let Goku sate his stomach first, that way the other guests were sure to get an actual meal. She smiled indulgently at her friend but remained out of the sphere of consumption. There was only one person present with nerve enough to interrupt the saiya-jin's meal. Son Goten tackled his father from behind, whooping a war cry, and nearly sent the man facedown into his bowl of soup. "Where's my presents, Dad!?" No one could resist the grins of the burly fighter and his younger carbon copy, and the room relaxed visibly as those who did not know him realized that they would not be appearing on the menu. Goku and his son laughed and talked, catching up with one another since Goten often stayed at Capsule with his young partner in crime, Trunks. It wasn't long before said partner arrived, looking for his other half. "Hey, Goten! Let's go check out the tree! There's a ton of stuff under there!" As the two boys scrambled off, filled with youthful enthusiasm and energy, Goku finished off his meal. After having embarrassing himself and mortifying Chi-chi on previous occasions, he'd learned not to belch out loud his appreciation for the meal. Instead, he politely covered his mouth with a napkin and there was only the slightest earthquake as he patted his stomach. Moving to the other end of the room, he went about greeting his friends and getting the latest news from them. He'd searched the room more than once, and, spotting Bulma, made his way to her side. "Hey, Bulma! Where's Vegeta? We usually get to spar a little while." "Ohhh that man!" Bulma fumed, constantly frustrated by the one person guaranteed to get under her skin. "I guess I can't really blame him for not coming this time, but I wish I could. He's sick, Goku." The saiya-jin blinked at her. "Sick? Vegeta??" She sighed and shook her head. "Yeah that's what I thought too, but I checked on him a few days ago, and he really does seem like he's got a serious bug." She frowned. "I'm kind of worried to let anyone near him though; anything that can bring him down could be fatal to anyone else." Goku laughed. "Ah come on, Bulma. That's not fair! I'll bet he's dying from the smell of all this good food, even if he wouldn't want to hang around down here. Maybe I should go take him something." The blue-haired woman eyed her friend, considering. He was a saiya-jin, stronger than anyone else on the entire earth, and the only one capable of handling Vegeta if his temper or fever got out of control. And even though he aggravated her no end, the ouji was still her guest here after all these years, despite the fact that she hadn't managed to get her hooks into him a second time. If there was anything Bulma hated, it was being a bad hostess. On the other hand, Son was her guest, too; he shouldn't have to cater to the prince's every whim no matter how much said prince insisted that he should. There was also the possibility that Goku could catch whatever it was Vegeta had come down with. Then she'd have two sick saiya-jins on her hands. She sighed and chewed an expensive faux fingernail before realizing that Goku had already decided for her. He was currently relieving one of the caterers of a platter stacked high with appetizers. He added it to the stack of other food he had piled onto one of the caterers' wheeled carts. After adding several pitchers of beer and an entire three-layer chocolate cake to the groaning cart, he waved cheerily to her and set off out the big double doors. **** Humming a cheery Christmas tune under his breath, Goku made his way to the broad staircase that led up to the Briefs' private quarters. After eyeing the long stairs and the precariously balanced cart, he shrugged, grinned and brought two fingers to his forehead; he and the cart blurred and reappeared near the top of the stairs. With a little victorious laugh he continued on his way, not quite sure of where Vegeta stayed. But, with a slight exertion of ki, he located the chaotically charged prince in one of the furthest suites of rooms. He grinned to himself. "Merry Christmas, Vegeta. You're going to feel better if it kills you." He laughed and made his way quickly down the hall. As he made his way back into the depths of Capsule Corp., Goku decided that the prince had really gone out of his way to avoid everyone. This part of the building was dimly lit, probably because Vegeta had insisted upon it, and was almost eerily quiet. Except for the suddenly loud sneeze that seemed to echo down the corridor. Goku grinned and made his way toward a recessed doorway. The words 'Go Away!' were emblazoned across the door in a sort of drippy red paint, and the brawny fighter grinned, thinking Vegeta went to great pains to intimidate everyone even though he really hadn't directly threatened anyone in a very long time. Without hesitation he knocked loudly on the door. There was no sound from the room, though Goku knew the prince was within; he could sense the saiya-jin's ki, though it did seem a little fuzzy around the edges. He rapped his knuckles against the door again. "Come on, Vegeta! I know you're in there! Open up!!" A muffled grunt and the thud of dragging footsteps sounded from behind the door before it was abruptly yanked open. Goku had to choke back a laugh at the image of the 'saiya-jin no ouji!' as he stood in the doorway: wrapped in a blanket that was falling from one bare shoulder, his usually sleek black spikes of hair now dull and in disarray, eyes watering and nose reddened, Vegeta practically drooped. He did, however, manage something of a growl at the cheery aspect of his rival. "Wha'de hell do you wad, Gaggarod?" "I'm here to nurse you back to health!" Goku grinned hugely, in the way he knew annoyed Vegeta the most, pushing the cart past him and into the room. "Ged de hell oud, Gaggarod!! I did'd idbide you here, a'd I dode deed a dursebaid!" Vegeta pointed at the door. His garbled speech and the way his demeanor utterly failed to be regal almost set Goku off into a fit of giggles. Before the prince could loose another string of invective on his unexpected guest, he was hit with a violent sneezing fit. While it did serve to clear his sinuses, it also left his head spinning and little sparks of blackness across his vision. "Wow, Vegeta, you look like crap!" Goku smiled and wheeled the cart to the side of the rumpled bed. "Sound like it too!" Vegeta stood and glowered at him for a full minute before wilting under the undying glow of the other saiya-jin's smile. He just didn't have the energy for this. Which pissed him off no end; the saiya-jin no ouji, felled by some idiot ningen virus. How humiliating. He was getting better, but it had been several days since he'd eaten, and that was no way for a saiya-jin to recover from anything. Even worse, though, was the fact that the saiya-jin he'd sworn to kill with his own bare hands was now fluffing the pillows on his bed and smoothing out the sheets. His head began to pound as he watched the baka arrange everything to his satisfaction. Guh. At least the blue-haired shrew had left him alone. And thankfully he got out of that horrible socializing she usually insisted on this time of year. He sighed and rubbed a hot hand over his eyes. Kami, he felt like shit. The change in the prince's energy was not lost on Goku; the brawny warrior's expression fell into one of sympathy, though he quickly hid that from the older saiya-jin. Stepping nearer the ouji, he cupped a hand under the other's elbow and spoke in a low tone, distracting the prince from the fact that he was being guided back to bed. "Hey I'm sorry you're sick, Vegeta. I hardly ever get sick, except that heart thing. Good thing for me you were around." He smiled as he took the blanket from around the prince's shoulders, vaguely surprised to find him clad in just a pair of boxers beneath. He knew Chi-chi always bundled up and insisted that Gohan and Goten do the same whenever they had come down with various childhood bugs. He had always thought that was strange himself, but then he didn't know much about being sick. "Whadever Kagkarrod." Vegeta waved a hand at him as he crawled back into his bed. Utterly miserable but without the strength to toss the baka out, he resigned himself to having company. Which wasn't too bad, he decided. He'd become awfully bored with nothing but that stupid ningen 'TV' box. The prattling and noise had been more annoying than entertaining and he had been about to try going to the gravity chamber when that baka had come hammering on his door. He doubted he'd have gotten there though. He felt weak as one of those felines the Briefs kept as pets. His head ached and he felt fuzzy all over. Everything sounded too loud, the lights were too bright, and his skin felt hot and prickly. He hated it. Perhaps Kakarrot would provide some distraction; he couldn't be more annoying than the TV. Vegeta gazed blearily at the other saiya-jin as he felt pillows being tucked around him and the now-cool sheets drawn up to his chest. He tried to growl but only managed to irritate his throat and ended up coughing himself breathless. Damned Kakarrot. Damned virus. Damned planet. He held his head as the throbbing brought on by the coughing subsided. Ugh. He was mildly surprised that Kakarrot's voice didn't grate on his nerves as the larger saiya-jin sat himself on the side of the bed and began arranging things on the cart while he nattered on about the party downstairs and how big Trunks was getting and how he wished Vegeta was well enough to spar. Maybe it was all this fuzziness in his head, or the fact that his limbs felt like they weighed a ton each, maybe he just wasn't concentrating enough on being annoyed. Whatever it was, Vegeta sighed to himself and lay back against the pillows. At least the big baka was serving his prince in his time of need. Not that he needed anything from him, ever, just that he should at least offer. Goku had placed heaping plates of food in an array across the surface of the bed and grabbed a fork in preparation of feeding the prince when a low growl sounded in his ears. He blinked up into the annoyed face of one saiya-jin no ouji. "I can feed myself you know, I'm not a total weakling!" Vegeta scowled at him and took the fork away, grabbing up a plate and digging in hungrily. "Wow.see I knew you'd be hungry, Vegeta!" Goku grinned at him and tucked a napkin under his chin. The prince's reply was a grunt and glare, but he left the napkin in place as he devoured plate after plate of food. Goku watched with something like astonishment; no one had ever come close to eating as much as he did. Well, not until now. "Damn, Vegeta. Doesn't Bulma ever feed you?" He grinned at the prince, glad to see some color returning to the wan cheeks. "Hn.Usually I go down and get my own, but that baka onna refused to bring me anything. She said she didn't want to catch whatever it was I had." The prince snorted and took up another plate, assiduously avoiding mentioning that he refused to display his weakened state publicly by going down for food. Goku wondered how long it had been since Vegeta's last meal; he was slurping up everything within reach. He'd really sort of been looking forward to another little snack. He shrugged and offered the prince one of the pitchers of beer, taking up one for himself as well. Clinking the pitchers together in a small salute to the other saiya-jin, Goku tipped his head back and downed the entire thing. He blinked in surprise when Vegeta handed back his own empty pitcher. "Another, Kakarrot. That seems to have hit the spot." Indeed the food and beer was making him feel better, Vegeta thought. He felt a lot less fuzzy and feverish, and he was actually beginning to relax a little. The tension and fever had left his muscles aching and done nothing to improve his headache. He took the second pitcher of beer eagerly, drinking this one somewhat more sedately. He'd finished off everything but the huge chocolate layer cake that now graced the top of the cart in solitary glory. He knew Kakarrot wanted it too, and decided that since Kakarrot wasn't awful company he would graciously share. As the baka's prince he was entitled to grant a few boons. But cake and beer just didn't seem to go together, and he pondered this dilemma as he sucked down the remainder of his fourth pitcher. "Tell you what, Kakarrot." Vegeta's voice was only slightly slurred from the beer and his full stomach. "If you'll get us some cocoa I'll let you have a piece of that cake." Goku eyed the cake in question. Definitely feeling the buzz from his own four pitchers of brewed hops, his eyes narrowed as he assessed the deal. "Why do you want cocoa, Vegeta? Seems like milk would go down really good." "Tch, chocolate goes with chocolate, baka." The prince didn't want to mention his recent addiction to the creamy sweet substance. "Hmmn." The earth-raised saiya-jin mused. "Okay, I'll go get us some cocoa for half of the cake." "What? No way! I'll give you a quarter of it, no more!" Goku shook his head. "Come on, Vegeta. You know I have to go alllll the way back downstairs and sneak into the kitchen, since they have all those caterers and stuff too." His eyes widened as he considered another possibility. "And Chi-chi could be there!" The prince visibly shuddered at the thought of encountering the woman who he termed 'that blasted harpy bitch of Kakarrot's'. He knew for sure he wasn't going to face the prospect of that. But the cake just wasn't going to be complete without the cocoa. He pursed his lips and considered. "All right, Kakarrot. Tell you what." He folded his arms and put on his most princely glare. "I'll give you half. but .you have to bring a whole pot of cocoa. And clean up this mess, it's disgusting." "Yeah! All right Vegeta!" Goku grinned and began scooping dirty plates onto the catering cart, taking great care to set the cake aside safely. A thought occurred to him as he started toward the door and he paused. "Heyyy.how do I know you won't eat it while I'm gone, huh?" He folded his own arms and glowered back at the prince. "Uh! What? What are you accusing me of, Kakarrot?" "Well I'm just saying.you could get tempted you know. Maybe I should take it with me." "What!? So you can eat it yourself? HA!" Vegeta pointed a finger at his rival. "I bet I'd never get so much as a whiff of cocoa either!" They glared at each other for a long moment, finally coming to the realization that they were in a lose-lose situation. Goku rubbed his chin as he thought. "Hmmn.You have to swear, Vegeta, that you won't eat even a bite of that cake before I get back!" "Tch! I don't swear to third-class bakas." The prince eyed the other saiya-jin. "However.I will say that it is beneath me to go back on a deal. So there." Vegeta folded his arms and nodded firmly. "Nnn.Okay, but if I come back and you've eaten that cake, then sick or not we're going to the gravity room and I'm going to kick your ass!" Goku grinned and started out the door. "Don't forget the whipped cream, Kakarrot!!" "Oh no way! That's my favorite!" "Everything is your favorite." Vegeta sighed and snuggled lower in the blankets, a pleasant warmth and sense of well-being wrapping around him as well. "Baka." **** Peering over the top of the stairway banister, Goku checked for anyone who might see him. Seeing that the coast was clear, he started down the stairs only to pause and smack himself between the eyes. "Vegeta's right! I am a baka!" He ducked back into the shadows of the hallway and concentrated for a moment. Finally nodding to himself and, bringing two fingers to his forehead, he phased out of the hallway. Reappearing in Capsule's spacious kitchen, he peeked out from behind the pantry door. The kitchen was still in something of a flurry, mostly clean-up at this point since the buffet was cleaned out, but there were still drinks to be served and pastries to be circulated among the guests. Bright black eyes watched for an opening as two of the caterers finished arranging sweets onto large silver trays. Goku eavesdropped. "Man I've never seen anyone eat like that!" The first shook his head, still in amazement over the saiya-jin's prodigious appetite. "Yeah I couldn't believe it either, good thing Ms. Briefs ordered plenty of food." The second began handing off platters to a small group of black-suited waiters. "Speaking of, do you have that special hot chocolate ready for her?" "Oh, yeah, just as she ordered it. Two parts kaluha, two parts crème de cacao, and two parts irish cream, mixed with melted dark chocolate and heavy cream. It's over there in that serving carafe." The second caterer nodded his head at a huge decorative urn, steam curling lazily from small vents at the top. "Okay, good. She'll be wanting that out in the front room as soon as they move out there." The head caterer nodded his approval and each of them took up a tray of pastries and moved toward the door. As soon as they left, Goku tip-toed into the kitchen and sniffed appreciatively at the steam from the decanter. "Mmmm! Man that is perfect, already made!" He snickered to himself and tucked a half dozen canisters of Reddi-whip© from the counter under his arm and, looping two big mugs in his fingers, grabbed the decanter. He paused. With arms and hands full, how was he going to phase back to Vegeta's room? "Hmmm, better hurry too!" He set down all the things and considered a moment, peeling out of his suit jacket and loosening the tie Chi-chi had nearly strangled him with. Brightening, he transmitted back to Vegeta's room and, with a little wave to the startled prince, transmitted back to the kitchen with the caterer's cart. Carefully stacking the dirty dishes in the sink, and wiping up the spilled remains from the surface, Goku transferred the whipped cream, mugs, and huge decanter of cocoa onto the cart. Just then he heard someone approaching the kitchen. He hurriedly brought fingers to his forehead, and phased out just as the door to the kitchen swung open. The assistant caterer stared into the kitchen; the stack of freshly dirtied dishes, the brown suit jacket slung over the butcher-block, the large space where Ms. Briefs' specialty cocoa had been. He especially stared at the empty place in the middle of the room that he could have sworn had looked just like that big guy who had polished off all that food. "I saw nothing." He turned on his heel and went back to inform the head caterer that the decanter with the cocoa was MIA. **** Vegeta had just come to the conclusion that he was going to have to get up. He squirmed and pulled the blankets up over his head to no avail. There was no getting out of it, the beer had hit bottom. He'd have to leave the warm nest of his bed, and soon. "Nnngh!" He flopped to his side and finally tossed the blankets back. As soon as his feet had hit the floor, and he was stretching in preparation for the short yet eternal walk to the bathroom, Goku returned to the room in a flicker of color. The prince flinched back, eyes widening in startlement, as the broadcloth-covered chest appeared no more than two inches from his nose. It almost made his pilgrimage to the porcelain a moot point. But before he could do more than raise his fist and open his mouth for a blistering chastisement, the baka waved and was gone. So with a muffled snarl Vegeta simply stalked into the other room to take care of business. Once that was taken care of, and he was headed back to bed, he noticed a certain lack of compliance on the part of his feet. They were not quite taking him where he wanted to go in the most precise manner. Oh sure, they were holding him up and moving him forward, but for some reason his course seemed a little.fuzzy. Finally, stumbling his way out of the bathroom, he nearly plowed into Goku again as the baka reappeared in the same place as before. As he was again about to deliver a scathing remark his nose twitched, and Vegeta found himself entranced by the aroma of chocolate and cream wafting from the enormous decanter that rode the caterer's cart like some sort of armored god. Leaning forward, he took a deep appreciative breath, somehow completely forgetting that he was annoyed with the bigger saiya-jin. Mmmm. Chocolate, cream, and maybe a touch of coffee? There was something else as well, something he couldn't quite put his olfactory finger on, but it certainly didn't detract from the overall scent. Without a word, Vegeta fumbled one of the big mugs into his hand and immediately filled it. "Did you make this, Kakarrot?" The ouji finally spoke after slurping down half a mug of the steaming treat. "Ahm, heh heh! Well no, not actually." Goku rubbed the nape of his neck as he reached for his own mug to fill it. "Actually it was already there. So I just, uhm, well." He didn't want to admit to outright thievery. Son Goku did not see himself as a thief by any definition of the word, but he had taken the urn that he knew was destined for other places. His usually cheerful face drew into a frown of concentration, his thoughts already muddled by the consumption of two gallons of beer, and considered how to explain. "I.well, I figured you didn't want to wait, Vegeta. So, since it was Bulma's and I figure she usually has plenty of whatever she wants, that it would be ok!" He smiled in his most winning, and most annoying, manner at the prince. Vegeta snorted, tipping back the mug and emptying it, then poked a finger in Goku's chest. "Ha! The all-perfect Kakarrot stole this cocoa!" He smirked in utter glee at finding some tiny flaw with which to needle his rival, finding himself in an altogether wonderful mood as his limbs continued to loosen. He didn't really notice the increasing tilt of the floor. Goku frowned and pouted. "Not.well, not exactly. No one told me I couldn't have it." The prince waved a hand. "Doesn't matter, baka. We have it now, so on to the cake!" The larger saiya-jin blinked, having been so distracted with thievery and the explanation of such that he'd forgotten completely the need for the cocoa. With an entirely avaricious smile he quickly filled his own mug and turned to retrieve the cake from its secure perch on Vegeta's dresser. "Wait, Kakarrot." The prince held up a hand. "I refuse to stand around while I eat." He smirked and proceeded to drag a blanket from his bed and spread it out in front of the dark fireplace. As Goku looked on distractedly he set the cocoa decanter to one side and then set the fireplace alight with a brief blast of ki. Seating himself cross-legged on one side of the blanket he gestured to his fellow saiya-jin. "A picnic worthy of a prince." He smirked as Goku settled across from him and placed the cake between them. Vegeta refilled his mug with the steaming concoction then blinked. "Where's the whipped cream, Kakarrot?" Goku startled out of his drooling perusal of the cake and leapt up to fetch the canisters from the catering cart. He grinned as he sat back down and arrayed three on either side of the cake then rubbed his palms together in anticipation. As he reached for a slice of the pre-cut cake his hand was abruptly smacked away. "Oww! Hey! A deal's a deal, Vegeta." He scowled at the prince, brow knit in confusion. "Tch, you don't expect me to let you go first do you, baka?" Vegeta shook his head and absently handed the first slice to his sparring partner before taking up his own and stuffing half into his mouth. They spent the next ninety seconds devouring the towering cake, grunting and mumbling in appreciation, then licking crumbs and frosting from their mouths and fingers. The prince tipped his head back, emptying his cup in three long swallows of the curious cocoa then blinked dazedly across at the other warrior as he seemed to waver a little. "Kakarrot, do you know what's in this st-.BWAAAARRRRRP!" Goku blinked across at the surprised look on Vegeta's face for a full minute before falling back and laughing hysterically, one finger pointing at the source of his amusement. "WAAAHAHAHAAA!! You should have seen the look on your face, Vegeta!!" Vegeta eyed his counterpart, doing his best to summon some small increment of annoyance and fury, but failing miserably due to the languid warmth oozing through his veins and the completely bemusing display of hilarity across from him. He didn't catch the snicker before it snuck out, then slowly built into a full laugh. The earth-raised saiya-jin was taken by surprise by the full, throaty, tenor of the prince's laugh. He pushed himself up, gasping for breath and wiping a tear from his eye, and watched Vegeta in astonishment. He wondered if anyone else had heard the gruff ouji's laugh. Not the mocking snicker that he indulged in at the defeat of another, but this one, this hearty and somehow entirely pleasant laugh. Goku felt something like a deep tickle run through his stomach, and found himself moving to sit nearer the prince. Finally recovering himself, Vegeta grinned companionably at the other saiya-jin, then blinked down into his cup. "Ahm, so what is in this stuff, Kakarrot?" Goku blinked into his own cup. "Cocoa.duh." "Tch, it can't be just cocoa, baka." Vegeta opened the top of the decanter and peered into it, his nose suddenly assaulted by the smell of alcohol that he hadn't noticed earlier. He snickered and replaced the lid to keep the concoction hot. "Baka, that isn't cocoa at all!" He laughed and grinned to himself as Goku peered more earnestly into his cup. "But it smells like it, Vegeta. And it sure tastes like it." He took a deep swig of the stuff, emptying his cup. "Hmmm, I do remember one of the guys down there saying what was in it." Goku blinked, finding his thoughts to be more than a little muzzy, and raked fingers through his hair as he tried to remember. "Kah-loo-uh, and something else cocoa, and some kind of cream from Ireland." He nodded emphatically. "Yes, well." Vegeta shot him a dubious look. "Who the hell cares! It's good!" The prince refilled his mug then grabbed up a can of whipped cream and pointed the canister at the top of the mug and shook it. When nothing happened after a moment he tried again, scowling at the innocent container when nothing continued to happen. He'd seen other people do this before, so why wasn't it working for him? Maybe it was empty. He turned the fluted tip up and looked into it. It was then that his finger finally compressed the lever, and a small spurt of whipped cream flew out of the container and perched on the tip of his nose. His eyes crossed as he looked down at the offending bit of fluff. As far as Goku was concerned, if he could be concerned with anything while the various alcohols swirled around in his head, this was the cutest thing he'd ever seen. Vegeta sat there, in nothing but dark boxer shorts, his thick spikes of hair standing every which way, staring at a blob of whipped cream on the end of his nose. He fell over again in a convulsive fit of giggles while the prince looked on in irritation. He'd see who was laughing. Finally figuring out how the dispenser worked, Vegeta pointed the canister at Goku and let fly with a stream of fluffed cream. At the surprised expression on the other's face, he found himself doubling over with laughter. Not to be outdone, Son Goku nabbed up one of his own cans of whipped cream and began hosing the half-naked prince with the fluffy substance. Laughing and giggling, they chased each other around the room until, in a fairly anti-climatic way, the canisters of cream ran out. Vegeta arched an eyebrow up at his opponent, still pointing his empty weapon at the other, unaware of the blobs of cream dripping from the tips of his hair. The first puff of cream that had set off the ensuing battle had been lost, but there was still a slick of sweetness on the end of the prince's nose. Goku stood transfixed. In part with surprise at the unexpected playfulness of the ouji, and in greater part by how utterly kawaii Vegeta looked dripping with whipped cream. To his alcohol-laced mind, the younger warrior thought he looked just like a perfect little saiya-jin dessert. Without considering the consequences of his actions, Goku simply leaned down and licked the creamy smear away. The tickle in his stomach grew stronger as he caught the rich scent of the prince, an unconscious purr ebbing up from his throat as his eyes slid closed. Vegeta drew back slightly, blinking in consternation. "Kakarrot?" "Uhm, yeah?" "What the hell are you doing?" Goku thought about this for a moment, still leaning toward the prince. The prince who was not moving away at all. The larger saiya-jin found this significant somehow, but he couldn't really place it since his foggy thoughts were more interested in how good Vegeta smelled and wondering how good he might taste. "I have no idea." He simply went with what he was feeling for the moment and, tilting his head a little to the side, licked across the ouji's chocolate stained lips. "Mmmm." Vegeta's eyes widened as the other saiya-jin purred against his mouth and kissed him fully. He didn't know what to make of it. He should probably be annoyed. So why wasn't he? It was hard to think; his thoughts seemed to grow blurrier by the moment. But why wasn't he pushing the baka away? Why wasn't he yelling and punching him in the mouth? ~ Because then his mouth wouldn't be doing what it's doing right now. ~ He couldn't suppress a low moan as the mouth in question fastened onto his in a completely carnal manner. The prince's rational thought fled as the other saiya-jin's warm, sweet tongue slipped slowly between his lips. It felt completely natural and expected. Like he'd been missing this the entire time they'd known one another. His fingers slipped up to tangle in dark spikes of hair. He couldn't think anymore. And he didn't care. The only thing that mattered right now was this; this warm, heady feeling of contentment strangely mixed with a dark excitement deep in his gut. Vegeta had never felt anything like it before; it drove him to toy with the sensation, licking against the other's tongue shyly. At the feel of the prince's questing tongue, the larger warrior gave a little sigh of surrender, wrapping his arms around the slim form, his emotions taking over where his thoughts stumbled. Vegeta felt so warm and light in his arms, the long-fingered hands stroking his hair set his entire body tingling. "Mmmm.Vegeta." His head was spinning, but whether from the strange cocoa or the luscious scent of the prince, he wasn't sure. The only thing he was sure of was that he wanted more. He was left breathless as the sensual kiss finally broke and, trailing his teeth and tongue along the slender neck, his hands stroked and drew the ouji closer. The soft growl in the back of his throat surprised him as he pressed Vegeta down to the floor, the writhing figure seeming as eager as himself for more contact. So it came as something of a surprise when strong hands fisted in his hair and jerked his head back roughly. Vegeta assessed the other saiya-jin with a hungry smile. Kakarrot was a fine figure of saiya-jin flesh. Well formed and muscled, wrapped in satiny skin. He'd avoided thinking too much about that; it wouldn't do to lust after one he'd sworn to kill. But here he found himself doing it anyway. Lusting for Kakarrot. It seemed almost laughable, but the fact was he wanted this more than he could remember wanting anything. Even immortality. Right here, right now; all that mattered was sating himself in that saiya-jin strength. The struggle ended here, he wasn't going to fight himself over this, he was going to take what he wanted. As he always had. With a grunt and slight exertion of ki, the prince flipped his rival-turned-lover off of himself and tossed him onto his bed. He stalked forward with sure intent, and pounced on the other before he could recover from the change in circumstance. This one was his. Goku landed on the bed with a squeak of surprise, bouncing slightly and suddenly finding a mostly naked and still cream-slicked prince crouching over him. There was a faint clatter of buttons bouncing off the wall and the sound of cloth ripping as he was unceremoniously relieved of his clothing. "I need more cream for my cocoa, Kakarrot." Vegeta's mouth closed over his, cutting off any possible protest. He would have almost been nervous, almost worried, if not for the fact that Vegeta's lips and tongue were doing the most amazing things. His hands slipped up to stroke the upswept mane of spiky hair as those lips moved over his neck and chest, then even lower. "Anything, Vegetahhh." Goku's body arched up into the heated kisses and the almost worshipful nips of sharp teeth. ~Oh.no way.he.he can't be.he's not going to-?...oh god!~ He couldn't stop his hips from bucking up. Heat. Blazing heat, and the slick strokes of a talented tongue. It was more than he had ever imagined. He vaguely wondered if those strangled sounds were coming from his throat? They must be, since Vegeta's mouth was definitely busy doing other things. He stopped trying to understand it as his senses were overwhelmed, and let himself go, trusting in his prince to lead the way. Vegeta was swept away, and sure he was drowning. In the taste of earth and cream, in the sleek brush of skin on skin, in the heady scent that seemed to wind through his mind and down to his groin, each sound he tore from the strong throat sent a tiny thrill chasing along his spine. Kakarrot was his. He drew reluctantly away from his appetizer, too hungry to wait to begin the feast. Tastes and licks continued long after each drop of melted cream had been cleaned away. Muscled limbs tangled as sensitive areas were sought out and caressed. Low cries sounded as skin was stroked and teased with lips and tongues. Strong bodies arched and rubbed, striving for perfection. Muted shouts pierced the air as flesh impaled flesh, soon rising in tempo and intensity, two forms becoming one in a sensuous dance older than time. The crescendo was reached, a triumphant howl torn from both throats. Motion came to a slow stop, breathless murmurs were exchanged, tired limbs wrapped around sweaty torsos as sated sleep crept up on the two. The dying embers of the fire cast faint shadows on the wall, the sound of even breaths and deep sonorous purrs was all that broke the silence. **** Bulma sipped her coffee absently as she caught up on the stack of scientific journals stacked on the table. The party had gone so well, gaining her many new customers for Capsule Corporation. There was still the matter of the hot liqueur that had gone missing. She shook her head and set the journal aside. It was strange that they hadn't seen Goku all night. He'd never even gotten his presents. Chi-chi had been livid when he hadn't been there to take them home, ranting on about how irresponsible he was while hauling her sons behind her by the ears as she left. "Leave it to Goku to know when to avoid trouble." She smirked and sipped again at her coffee, blinking up when the phone beeped insistently. It looked like the in-house line and, checking the ID, she realized it was coming from Vegeta's room. "Ugh, what does he want now? Snotty, contagious, cantankerous." She picked up the phone. "What is it, Vegeta?" The prince snorted into the phone at the tone of the woman's voice, then smirked and spoke almost politely. "I want two saiya-jin sized meals sent up, onna." "What? You can't be that hungry, Vegeta. I know Goku brought you food last night. Hey have you seen him since then?" "Yes." Vegeta's lips quirked into a smile, one hand busying itself beneath the sheet drawn across himself and the subject of inquiry. "I'm afraid he's.ahm.indisposed." Just then Goku's head tilted back with a moan as the prince stroked him ruthlessly. Kami, what Vegeta could do with those hands. Bulma frowned into the phone, catching the sound. "My gosh, he sounds terrible!" "Yes I'm afraid he's quite bedridden." This time it was Goku who had to smother a laugh, twisting it into a rasping cough. "I'm sure we'll be contagious for quite some time." The prince grinned wolfishly at the phone. "Eeewwwww, poor Goku!" Bulma sighed, feeling pity for her gentle friend, thinking how horrible it would be to be cooped up with Vegeta for kami knows how long. "Yes." The ouji smirked as he returned the phone to its cradle and turned to meet warm lips with his own. "Poor Kakarrot." fin Back to Guest Fiction Main Page

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