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Flashback 8
I Want What I Want

When they appear at Capsule Corp Chi Chi is still trying to straighten his tie and muss his hair. He puts up with it and lets her continue to fix his stuffy attire until she deems him ready. Goten has already bolted inside shouting Trunks' name and Goku knows he probably won't see him again until he's broken something or eaten himself into a food coma. ...That actually sounds pretty good right about now. Chi Chi at long last approves him for public display and takes his elbow to guide him inside.
He's not sure if it's to keep up appearances or because she wants to torture him, but just as she has every year, Bulma sent them an invite to the annual holiday bash at Capsule Corp. He couldn't give his wife a decent reason why they shouldn't go, they always went, so there they are, rubbing elbows and enjoying festivities with people he doesn't know and has nothing in common with. Bulma greets his wife warmly, with a tiny blue half-Saiyan in her arms whom Chi Chi immediately starts cooing over.
"Oh, she's adorable! What a beautiful baby! Aw and that blue hair, just like her mother..." Bulma silently side eyes Goku as he uses the chance to slip away and try to beeline it for the buffet table where he is quite content to spend the rest of the night. He takes a moment to appreciate the expensive and aromatic food spread before digging in with familiar fashion.
He only gets about halfway through a roast before two hands slam down on the opposite side of the table. He looks up slowly and sees a black button up with the top three buttons undone revealing an even blacker t-shirt. His gaze travels up a little further to meet fiery black eyes lined by furrowing black brows and black flame-swept hair.
"Hey, Vegeta." He finishes chewing and tries not to think about how the last several times they've seen each other resulted in arguments about why they aren't seeing each other. Vegeta never says explicitly why but Goku knows it has something to do with Bulma. He can't win against her, she doesn't fight with fists and now a small hurting voice in the back of his mind is beginning to believe whatever they had was as good as dead now that she knew.
Vegeta stares at him with something implacebly dark in his eyes. "What are you doing here?"
"I was invited."
"I don't remember saying you could come." He growls threateningly.
"Bulma invited me and my family."
"B-" he whips his head towards his wife and glares at her then re-centers his narrowed eyes on the home invader, "I don't want you here."
"Too bad."
He slams his hands on the table again, "I won't repeat myself!" Goku swallows the food in his mouth, sets down what he was working on, stands up full height and leans over the other Saiyan who has to tilt his head a little further than is comfortable in order to keep eye contact. Goku was considerably less practiced at it, but could still be intimidating when he wanted to be, even against Vegeta.
"And I said, too bad. It's not your decision this time."
Vegeta grips his tie and pulls him down eye level then snarls in his face before pushing him away.
And then he's gone. Goku sits back down like nothing happened and continues eating, trying to bury any signs of distress in a mountain of sweets. It hardly helps though, he can still sense Vegeta's ki. It feels so close. But every time he thinks Vegeta is behind him Goku turns and finds no one.
Several hours later the speeches are over, the showcases are mostly finished, the music is quieter and people are starting to fall asleep or see themselves out. Goku is slumped on the couch next to a passed-out Yamcha counting the seconds until Chi Chi is ready to go home. There is a commotion at the entrance involving a ruckus of laughter. He turns his head to see what was so funny. It was nothing more than bad moment to let his guard down.
Something grips his collar and drags him quickly through the glass sliding doors on the other side of the room. He is dropped onto a concrete patio and looks up at Vegeta who is already walking away into the darkness.
"I want to spar." He hears the gruff voice echo back at him.
Goku sighs heavily as he picks himself up. "Right now? Vegeta... No."
He sees piercing eyes glaring back at him from the darkness and white teeth glinting in a crooked frown. "What?"
"I said no. I don't want to spar you. I don't want to fight you, I don't want to anything you until yo-"
A fist comes at him from the shadows. It is hard and heavy but telegraphed and sloppy. Goku blocks it. A little too easily he thinks. Then a kick. And he blocks that too. He blocks everything thrown at him as Vegeta tries to draw them into the darkness. He tries, but Goku has already decided he is not going to give Vegeta what he wants. Goku drops his fists and turns to walk back inside. There is a frustrated snarl behind him as something hard wraps itself around Goku's legs and takes him to the ground.
A warm narrow body straddles him and tries one last time to strike. The fist lands in the palm of Goku's hand and is pressed back towards its owner. Goku sits up until they're almost nose to nose, Vegeta's hand still prisoner to his own.
"Tch. Fine." He mutters.
Goku feels the offending limb relax and he lets go. He starts to push Vegeta off of him until he feels something warm and wet against his neck. Goku stops as he feels it travel up by his ear and in response he lets out a noise he wishes he hadn't because it gave Vegeta the nerve to pause and begin to say something in his ear, presumably something self assured about how victory was now his, because it was, or- it would have been. But as soon as Vegeta opens his mouth, Goku stops him and holds him back. He now realizes what's going on because he can smell it.
"You're- drunk? Are you drunk?"
Whatever Vegeta was going to say is gone and he takes a defensive tone, "What? No. I don't get drunk. Saiyans don't get drunk." Vegeta doesn't move from his lap, but he does try to hide his symptoms. He closes his mouth and looks away darting his eyes anywhere except to Goku's amused but accusing expression.
"I can't believe it."
"What!?" He barks with no threat of bite.
Goku flops back down on the ground and says with a smile, "You got so drunk you can't even land a single hit. Some fight." he snorts, "You suck."
"I do not suck!" Goku suddenly feels two hands run up under his shirt as Vegeta continues, "...at fighting." Vegeta's face dip towards the button of his slacks and begin to pull at it with his teeth.
"Wait- stop."
Vegeta stops and waits but nothing comes, "What?"
"I don't want to."
Vegeta runs one of his hands along the inside of Goku's thigh up until he finds the obvious signs of arousal. "I don't believe you."
Goku pulls Vegeta's hand away and then the rest of him. "Stop. Stop! Look at where we are." Vegeta lifts his head and slowly looks around. "Look how close we are to gettin' caught. Isn't this why you have this rule? Our friends are-"
"Your friends."
"Both our families are inside!"
"My wife already knows."
"Mine doesn't!"
"I don't care about your wife."
"I do!"
Vegeta rolls his eyes.
Goku stares at him in silent anger for a moment, "Kami, what is- what do you expect from me?! When you do this?" He looks towards the people inside, the figures on the other side of the glass doors just a few meters away and lowers his voice, "Are you the only one who's allowed to say no? When all you do is make me wait and wait! Until you decide you want to!? an' I-" his fingers nearly shake with frustration as he pulls them through his own disheveled spikes, "maybe I don't want to this time!" Vegeta scoffs rudely in disbelief. Goku shoves him in response, "No. No, Vegeta! You're drunk and I- I don't- I don't wanna do this right now! I didn't even wanna come here tonight because I- ...I'm tired of dealin' with you like this! Never knowin' if you're gonna try 'n fight me or- or-"
"Fuck you?" he smirks. "And how would you rather deal with me, Kakarot? Disappear? Leave everything to go live on some moon somewhere? Hm? So you can have me all to yourself all the time?" His hand edges back to Goku's hips.
"No, but-"
"You can't have whatever it is that you want. Deal with what you get." he slurs, his mouth is back at his neck and he tries to start pulling Goku's shirt apart, "It was never going to work any other way. I thought I made that clear from the beginning."
Goku grips his wrists and pulls them away from his shirt, though it hardly matters, almost all the buttons are gone now, "I don't want the stupid moon Vegeta! I just-! It's all you. You, you, you, you, you! Like you're the only one in this relationship an' I just want-"
Vegeta scoffs with a sneer, "It's not a relationship, Kakarot."
"What?!" Goku stands up dumping the other Saiyan onto the grass. "Then what is it?"
"Oh, I don't know maybe it's... just fucking? Like I've told you a thousand fucking times."
"That doesn't- ...!" Goku stammers through his thoughts for a few moments, "...Then why do you keep breakin' your rules, Vegeta!? Why did ya stalk me all night 'n drag me out here, drunk if-"
Vegeta shifts uncomfortably ontop of him, "I didn't stalk you-"
"...You're riskin' EVERYTHING you claim to care about! An' for what, then? If it's just f-"
The older Saiyan hesitates, "I- I don't know! Because it- … It feels... good?" But even Vegeta's intoxicated mind knows that logic isn't going to hold up.
"Oh. So, that's good enough when you say it?" There is a long unpleasant pause giving Vegeta ample time to regret the mistake he just uttered before Goku continues, "Well, ya know what, Vegeta? Ya know what else feels good?" Vegeta slowly shakes his head, "...Punchin' you in the face! So maybe I'll do that! Whenever! I FEEL LIKE!" And he does. Goku slams his fist into the kneeling Saiyan's left temple.
Vegeta manages to catch himself and gets up, wobbling, with a Ki blast in one hand while the other grabs at the already devastated collar of Goku's shirt. Goku responds in kind with his own ball of anger cocked and ready knowing he's going to win, he's going to win without breaking a sweat.
The sliding glass doors open and they are interrupted by Chi Chi's voice.
"Boys! Stop fighting!" She giggles when she sees them, only two glasses deep but definitely feeling it, thinking 'oh, how typical- those Saiyans! Always looking for trouble.', "Goku~ It's getting late, Goten's already fallen asleep."
The only light illuminating his face disappears and with a grumble Vegeta walks inside steering very clear of Chi Chi.
Goku approaches his wife with a half smile, unsure if he's thankful or not that she interrupted.
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It was a strange message. Especially at three in the morning. Especially since they had made a clear point to avoid each other for the last several weeks. Especially since he wasn't sure what it meant.
Vegeta 0302
Still want to punch me in the face?
Goku's first thought was No. I want to go back to sleep. But he couldn't. The words circled around his head and pulled him further and further away from any peace of mind he had managed to find lately until he tapped out an answer.

Goku 0324
yes

Vegeta 0324
Good. I want to show you something.

Goku 0324
is it the right or left side?

Vegeta 0324
Funny. Neither, but if you still want to punch me after you see it, I'll let you.

Goku 0326
ur goin 2 regret sayin that

Vegeta 0326
I highly doubt it.

Goku 0326
wat is it?

Vegeta 0330
We leave at dawn.

Vegeta was often cryptic and difficult to understand and Goku was usually wrong when he thought he knew what he was saying, but he couldn't push away the feeling that this was nothing short of an apology. He second guesses himself though because it's hard to trust those around the other Saiyan, feelings, and as a result he didn't get another moment of sleep that night.
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.
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Vegeta all but pushes him through the door of a ship which was still hissing open when he appears. Goku complains but is silenced by Vegeta's apparent hastiness to shove him into a chair. The engine starts and the ship is in the air within two minutes.
"You are late! The sun is already up, Kakarot!"
"What're you in such a hurry for?"
"It's a long journey!" He snipes.
"I could just IT u-"
"No! You couldn't. You do not know where it is and I do not know how to give directions to Ki!"
"Ok, ok … fine. ...You'd think we were stealin' a ship or somethin-" He mutters to himself.
"No!" Vegeta snaps, "We're not. ... She just thinks I'm going... alone."
Goku swallows any sharp feelings he has about being rushed and slowly comes to terms with the weight of what Vegeta just admitted. He distracts himself from the heaviness of Vegeta's statement by watching with interest as the older Saiyan handles the tiny craft through the turbulent first few layers of the atmosphere and sets them on a course he can trust to the autopilot. As Vegeta begins to give up his controls to a feminine voiced ship AI, Goku, who stood up as soon as he was able and rested crossed forearms on the back of the pilots chair, looks down at Vegeta.
"I didn't know you could pilot a ship."
"With only one mind like Bulma's among its residents your planet's technology is still somewhat archaic, but yes. I can manage. And stop leaning on the head rest, I can feel you breathing down my neck."
Goku shifts annoyed by Vegeta's insistence on being... Vegeta... even when they're alone. "What're we gonna do now?"
"I never know what you're going to do, Kakarot, but the main cabin is a makeshift gravity chamber so, I am going to train."
Goku looks behind himself at the sparsely furnished tiled quarterdeck. "Where are we goin'?"
"A place I've been before."
He frowns, Great.
Vegeta notices his distaste for the answer. "What?"
"I dunno what I expected, but goin' to one of your old slaughter grounds to battle it out for a day, even if it is pretty, wasn't..."
"It's not- that's not the only thing I did! I traveled all over the galaxy you numskull and not every mission was a purge, I mean- they were but- I wasn't always on mission! I found other things to do with my down time."
"Like what?"
"Like go to backwater mudballs and murder the natives just for fun! Fuck! Kakarot!" He gets up and throws a small bag of capsules at him, "Put this away and stop asking questions."
Vegeta walks over to the wall mounted control panel and starts fiddling with the pressure conditions. As Goku walks towards the back of the cabin where a sliding door whirs open revealing a cramped bedroom with two bunks that would struggle to fit one Saiyan let alone two.
He absently wonders if they'll share the room or if Vegeta will make some excuse to sleep in the main cabin… or make him sleep in the main cabin… he considers whether or not he even wanted to share a room with Vegeta right now and thinks maybe he'll save himself the trouble and sleep in the main cabin without being asked.
As it turned out, they both slept in the main cabin. Neither of the had much energy to move after the long punishing hours of exhausting torture Vegeta does for his legitimate training that Goku mistakenly thought he might enjoy too.
The taller Saiyan wakes up plagued by aches and pains on a cold floor to the sound of a soft even beeping letting them know they are within the airspace of their destination. Goku shivers and looks across at the other Saiyan slumped to the ground, passed out against the center console.
Goku sees Vegeta's brows knotted by irritation even in sleep and his lip quirks with a little playfulness. He sits up and scoots closer and begins to absently threads his fingers through Vegeta's coarse spikes of hair, watching carefully to see if the small muscles on his face will relax for a moment.
Vegeta wakes at the touch with a soft but sudden inhale and bats Goku's hand away, denying him the small intimacy he rarely alloted even to his wife because he was still adjusting to waking up to pleasant things. He ignores Goku's sullen face and looks at the screen above the ship controls.
"We're here."
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Goku can't stop 'wowing' over the sights as they walk down the streets of a moon sized market jam packed full of more food than he's ever seen in his life. The curiosity soaked joy that is Goku's reaction is so contagious even Vegeta hardly bothers to mask his amusement as the other Saiyan bubbles with questions like, 'what this is?,' 'what does that taste like?,' and more often, 'what is that smeelllll?'
But they do not eat yet. Vegeta insists he has to make several stops before they eat and Goku is sure that is the most evil thing Vegeta has ever done, y'know, besides all the murder.
Only after Vegeta unsuccessfully barters, defaults to intimidation tactics at six different shops that did not seem to sell any kind of food and ends up filling only half of the capsules he brought with him with unusual metals and materials Goku's pretty sure are for Bulma, does Vegeta finally say they can go eat.
Immediatly his nose is in the air and he tries to follow it to various street carts peddling... a string of words he's never heard in his life, but Vegeta keeps taking his hands out of his pockets to pull on Goku's arm and keep him on course.
"Stop getting distracted. We're going somewhere specific... if it's still here." They wind their way through neon lit alleyways alive with the sounds of cooking and crafting until they finally arrive at a shabby looking shop in a rougher, poorer looking area.
Looks can be deceiving though. The inside is decadent and rich in savory aromas Goku takes his time appreciating until they walk up to a front counter and he is put off by a slight red skinned alien with yellow freckles who stares at Vegeta. Then it looks at three pictures on the wall behind it. Then back at Vegeta. Then the alien scurries away as fast as it can manage.
"Oh good. They remember me."
As they wait Goku also looks at the three pictures. There's one of Vegeta, one of Napa and one of Raditz all next to each other in a neat row beneath bold red lettering. They all look like they're growling or snarling, with blood on their faces and matted hair- except for Napa. Goku can't read the wording above it but he frowns because he's pretty sure it doesn't say, "Welcome."
"Vegeta... I think... they're scared of you."
"I should hope so. I burned half the place down last time."
"Wh-why?!"
He thinks for a few moments before settling on saying, "I don't remember" with a barely reassuring grin that Goku raises his brow at. "The point…" Vegeta says pushing past Goku's doubt, "is that I do remember they serve the best food I've ever had."
A sharply dressed barely humanoid looking creature with several beady black eyes comes running out with the red skinned alien in tow. He bows to Vegeta and then to Goku uttering something in a foreign tongue.
Vegeta responds with a confident smirk in the same language and they are led to what was clearly the finer part of the establishment. Thicker softer linens on the tables, the carpeting was plush and red, low lighting coming from extravagant fixtures in the ceiling. They are seated next to each other in the middle of the longest table in the room. A few other patrons lift their heads with curious expressions. One table in a far corner gets up and leaves.
The staff looks terrified as Vegeta speaks to them and Goku sighs because he knows it's not easy: pleasing Vegeta. He shakes his head as Vegeta inevitably raises his voice and starts arguing with one of the aliens he is talking to, then buries his face into his palms as Vegeta proceeds to use a few familiar curse words encouraging the alien to quickly comply or risk taking the chance that Vegeta felt like following through on his threats today.
When Goku looks back up Vegeta is staring at him with a troubled look, drumming his fingertips on the table.
"What?"
"You don't- … you aren't-…?" Vegeta hesitates. He is about to ask Goku a question but is interrupted by the same small red alien from before although now, he appeared to be sweating. Whether that was from effort or nervousness Goku couldn't be sure and suddenly he felt for that little alien because of how hard he's trying to give Vegeta whatever he wants regardless of the years Vegeta's requests, whatever they were, were clearly taking off his life.
And suddenly he didn't just feel for that alien. He realizes, he is that alien. Bending over backwards to give Vegeta what he wants, when he wants, how he wants- because Vegeta always gets what he wants. He controls everything just to make sure. He even controls what they eat. No, he controls what I eat.
Goku looks around and finds himself, for perhaps the first time in his life, less than impressed by the promise of food. It was, after all, no secret that food was the easiest surest way to Goku's bottomless heart and this was not just any food, it was the best food in the galaxy. So surely, Goku would never say no after this, would he? ... .. . No, I… wouldn't.
Goku suddenly felt something deep and angry he didn't know how to put words to over what he now realized Vegeta was doing even though Goku was pretty sure Vegeta had good intentions doing it. Maybe that was the worst part. Vegeta probably was just trying to do something… nice. Trying to apologize. On his terms.
No, the worst part about this, Goku thinks, is that… it is working. Vegeta is going to get exactly what he wants. Because Vegeta knew exactly how to satisfy him in the worst way. Because ultimately, Goku did want to eat. He wanted to eat here. He wanted to eat here with Vegeta and afterwards he wanted to finally, finally, have sex with him like nothing was wrong. Nothing at all.
He wanted it all so bad and yet none of that was really what he wanted. It was what Vegeta wanted and it wasn't fair that Vegeta knew how to weaponize things Goku loved, things Goku could never say no to, in order to get what he wanted and this was suddenly beginning to look like a really cheap apology no matter how much Vegeta paid (or threatened) for it.
The sad dark feelings he had begin to melt away as food starts being piled on their table from end to end and Goku is sure the simply incredible display is also part of Vegeta's plan to conciliate him and he wishes he could stay mad over how well it works but he is starving. He hasn't eaten at all since they departed from Earth and it shows.
Questions begin to pour out of the younger Saiyan and Vegeta for once, answers them. He points out certain things as sweet or savory or bitter or simply 'just eat it, it's fucking delicious.' Anyone left in the restaurant who had found it possible to ignore them before had their focus readjusted towards their table.
Goku reaches for something stringy and purple in a small circular dish but Vegeta stops him.
"Don't eat that one."
"Why not?" He asks through a mouthful.
"Because! ...I said so."
Goku looks at the dish and stops chewing. Hm. Sounds 'n awful lot like he said... I should eat it. It did look pretty delicious afterall. It was arguably looking as delicious as he was still mad at Vegeta...
The look that has just crossed Kakarot's face compels Vegeta to backtrack into giving him the honest reason, "… I don't know what it does to other species, but for Saiyans, it's…" he searches for the right word, "it's similar to... a stimulant."
"Oh." definitely gonna eat it, "….So it's like coffee?"
"Yeah. Sure Kakarot." he smiles in amusement at the poor comparison, "Like coffee."
"I like coffee." He uses his longer reach to his advantage and snatches the bowl out of Vegeta's hands.
"Kakarot!"
"Vegeta!" He mocks the other's coarse irritable voice.
"Do not-!"
He raises it to his mouth and can see a vein pulse on Vegeta's temple. "Maybe I wanna be the one who breaks the rules sometimes."
"No! No-" The older Saiyan launches himself towards the bowl and tries to wrestle it from his grip. They roll to the ground but Goku still manages to dump the entire thing into his mouth. Vegeta's hands go from the bowl to wrapping around his neck.
"Spit it out! Spit it out! What are you doing!?" he knocks Goku's head against the floor.
Goku swallows in several tear filled gulps despite the pressure along his trachea.
"You idiot!" He takes the empty bowl and smashes it on the floor.
Goku grins, showing him his teeth, "I guess you'll just have to deal with what you get, huh?"
Vegeta lets out an angry growl and delivers a solid bruising punch to Goku's cheek. The ensuing brawl knocks most of the food off the table and elicits several frightened shouts from other guests who flee the room.
A few dodged ki blasts and shattered glasses later and Goku finds himself circling the table that Vegeta is now standing on. He pauses. He wanted Vegeta there, wanted Vegeta on the table something in his brain said yes! Make him get on the table! Make him do what YOU want but… he's not really sure what to do with him now that he's there and he circles again and Vegeta turns with him, watching him closely.
Goku's heart had been pumping hard and fast through their fight but now he could feel it in his head as he too steps up on the table and his vision begins to sharpen. So does his sense of smell and the touch of glass and raw meat under his fingertips; every nerve ending in his body was burning with attention to his surroundings. He can't help but let his eyes dart to every small sound around him and even the quiet shuffling of Vegeta's feet as he backed away from him.
His breathing echos in his ears and as he gets closer to Vegeta who is beginning to run out of table, Goku smiles because he genuinely has no idea what he's going to do, but he knows he really wants it.
Vegeta's eyes widen with an acute sense of panic as he watches Goku's posture get more aggressive, as the younger Saiyan crouches a little lower with the most terrifying smile.
"Kakarot" he says slowly putting his hands out, still trying to back away, "Kakarot, wait- You don't-" But Goku is already slamming him down onto the table and straddling him. "Fuck-! We're in public!"
"But Vegetaaa~! I want to do it in public." his words blur together and he runs his hands through his hair with a smile, "there's not even anyone we know here!" Goku watches with a sigh as Vegeta's brows twist under the pressure of several layers of anxiety over the remark reminding Vegeta of his most recent regrets. Goku sees this and naturally in response, tries to make him feel better.
By tearing off all their clothing in a violent chaotic rush. Or rather shredding them. Not one of Vegeta's attempts to save anything was successful. Goku even rips his own blue sash from his waist and burns it to ash with ki before leaning down almost nose to nose with Vegeta with an ever widening smile. Then he transforms and Vegeta is pretty sure in that moment he felt his heart stop due to a terrible confusing combination of fear and arousal he never wanted to feel again.
"Oooooh wooow, Vegeta!" Goku sits up and throws his arms up and behind his head in a flex, "This feels amaaaazing, you should transform too."
But he doesn't. He lays there looking around wondering how he was going to get out of this because he was not about to try and take on someone he rivaled in power, who wasn't supposed to be here, who already didn't mind a little pain sober, who was high as all hell and maybe, maybe not harboring a grudge at the moment. Those were not winning conditions! He didn't want to have to kill the idiot. (And have to explain it.) Not today, anyway! But the situation was starting to look desperate. The seconds draw on and his feelings remained admittedly mixed on the matter. ...We didn't even make it to the main course...
"Vegeta!" Goku snaps as he grabs Vegeta's face and turns it back to him "I said you should transform too." Vegeta decides he doesn't have much choice other than to oblige him and very hesitantly goes into Super Saiyan.
Goku's mouth was starting to hurt from all his smiling but the expression never relents as he leans in and stares curiously into Vegeta's now blue eyes, "Yeah. Wow. You look… super." He laughs at his own joke and Vegeta laughs along too. A bit nervously.
He watches Goku begin to shift and move and he knows exactly what is going to happen now as Goku, who is determined to position himself right, decides they are going to do it, they are going to do it here and they are going to do it now. Goku was in charge of what they eat now and he has decided Vegeta was the main course.
...At least he doesn't want to fight. ...Oh fu-
The initial thrust down to make hips touch hips cracks the table. The second one brings them to the floor and Goku feels Vegeta's half-hearted resistance finally to dissolve into indulgence. The younger Saiyan lets out a deep cathartic sigh as he moves.
He starts fast, he hits hard and he doesn't slow down. He stops Vegeta from grabbing his hips. He stops him from clutching his back, his shoulders, his neck. He finds Vegeta's persistent hands and pins them to the floor with ki. Vegeta lets out a startled noise as he suddenly feels ki around his ankles too. Vegeta was going to get what he wanted. But he was going to get it on Goku's terms.
Goku continues driving himself back onto him with an intensity he did not know he could utilize so well in this position and he genuinely wonders why Vegeta never let him do it like this before. The wonder is fleeting. It didn't matter. They were doing it now.
Goku feels him trying to buck into him, trying to disrupt his pace, so he stops. He clamps his thighs tight to Vegeta's waist and rib cage and sits completely still on top of him, scowling down at the older Saiyan.
"Ah, Kakarot- what- what are you doing?" He weakly tries thrusting up finding no satisfaction. "I was so- I want-" he writhes under him with crumpled brows over shut eyes still trying to thrust his hips up into him even though he is already as deep as he can go.
"What do you want, Vegeta?" He watches the older Saiyan's face twist with the torture that is being so close and so unable to find it.
"What?" Vegeta cracks open his eyes to watch the sweat pour down the body of the younger Saiyan.
"I asked you what you want. Me? Do you want me, Vegeta?"
Vegeta throws his head back as he feels Goku punish his silence with pressure, "Ah, Yes! Yes! Kakarot! Ah! I want you, I want you so fucking bad-"
"Hm~ yeah... I know. But you know what? I still wanna punch you."
"...What?"
Goku grins and he slams his fist into Vegeta's face because he did say he could. And to Goku's surprise Vegeta let him! Not that he had much of a choice….
Vegeta angrily spits out blood wholly unprepared for that and was far too close to respond properly, "What the fuck, Kakarot!?" He struggles against the ki bonds he wasn't aware Goku had been able to learn simply from seeing him 'demonstrate' one rainy afternoon. But there is nothing he can do as Goku remains still on top of Vegeta, except for his hand, which he uses to finish himself so Vegeta could feel his body tighten around him over and over again as he came and he feels the older Saiyan writhing letting out pained desperate noises underneath him waiting for Goku to give him what he so desperately wanted.
Only once he is done do Vegeta's hands, which are finally let free, find deep bruising purchase on Goku's ass. It only takes three hard thrusts before Goku feels warmth spilling inside of him and the last glows of orgasm echo through his body.
"Fuck, Kakarot- that was-" He rubs his jaw suddenly uncomfortable with the realization, "...amazing." He says in a quiet breathless voice. Goku nods in agreement and wavers over him for a moment and Vegeta watches several concerning expressions cross Goku's face before-
"'Geta… I dun… feel sooo guu-"
"Shit- Shit! Kakarot-" Vegeta shoves Goku's head to the side just in time for him to vomit next to his face, instead of on it and he exahles in narrow relief.
Goku collapses on top of him and breathes deeply, "Sorry." He mumbles. "…. 'm hungry."
Vegeta rolls his eyes, "Of course you are." He looks around at the restaruant he had inadvertantly destroyed a second time. "Well, we can't eat here anyore so... what do you want to do?" And while there was an edge of pissed off sarcasm in his voice, it was a genuine question. He was fresh out of ideas and fresh out of the energy to put up with Goku's complaints if he didn't stuff himself stupid before they left this planet.
Goku sighs as he takes his time thinking about it, "... street food smelled good, didn'it? 'S pro'lly safe..."
So they go outside in torn table cloth and fill up the rest of the capsules Vegeta had brought with the best smelling food Goku's nose could find. They end the night sitting on a curb munching on their fifth… whatever it was… a kind older woman who owned one of the carts offered the two nearly naked Saiyans three times her size (free of charge of course). The come down finally hits completely and Goku's head falls onto Veget's shoulder unconcious, midbite.
Vegeta sighs, considers leaving him in an alley, reluctantly throws the idiot over his shoulder and carries him back to the ship grumbling the entire way about what a disaster things always are whenever he takes Goku anywhere, even though it had been kind of… fun.
And despite waking up with the worst hangover in existence, everything was different now. Everything was better. Vegeta was his more than ever even though he didn't show it and the next time Goku asks for a spar, instead of starting a fight, Vegeta is all but running to him still inwardly delirious with desire over Goku's newly discovered abilities.
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