Cabin Fever

A/N: Chapter 2 extended. Read and review. Enjoy.


Ch. 2

Months had passed since the night they spent at Gohan’s. Since that night, they—especially Goku—had vowed not to rely on his son. The morning after, they went to the clearing they had landed the night before, and with great speed, built themselves a cabin, and settled there ever since. Over time, they had acquired furniture, and most importantly, a stove and cookware.

The two Saiya-jins reflected on their recent past over dinner. However, Goku felt awkward as he was the only one talking. He pushed his plate aside and looked across the table at Vegeta.

“Is something wrong?”

“What do you think, Kakarot?” Vegeta answered coldly.

Goku scratched the back of his head. “I guess so. Talk to me, Vegeta. You haven’t really talked to me since that night.”

“And can you even begin to conceive why, Kakarot?”

“Um… not really…?” Goku smiled weakly.

The table cracked and splintered as Vegeta crashed his fist against it.

“Oh, come on, Vegeta,” Goku whined, “that’s the third table this week. They don’t come cheap, you know!”

“Shut up, you fool!” he hissed as his tail sliced through the air in agitation. “Baka! Do you not remember what you did to me that day!?”

Goku’s eyes followed Vegeta’s tail, then widened as he remembered. “Oh, yes. Yes, I do,” he blushed. “Too bad I didn’t get to finish what I started,” he purred.

“Wh—” Vegeta choked. “What was the meaning of that?”

“I told you, Vegeta. I wanted you. I still do,” he said matter-of-factly.

He rose from his seat and walked over to Vegeta’s side of the table. Vegeta rose with his tail coiled around his thigh and slowly backed away. They resumed this little game until Vegeta was pinned against the opposing wall.

“Back away, Kakarot!” Vegeta demanded.

Goku grinned. “And if I don’t?”

“I will attack you here and now!” he yelled as he charged his ki for a blast.

With a sigh, Goku backed away. He sat on the arm of the couch and his tail rested along the cushions, flicking lazily against the fabric. Vegeta remained against the wall, tense and staring back at him.

“I’m sorry, Vegeta. Relax. Come sit next to me, okay?”

“I’m going to my room.”

He walked past the couch where Goku rested and towards his bedroom. He muttered angrily under his breath. Following the stifled string of curses was a loud slamming of his bedroom door. Goku smiled to himself. He wanted so badly to follow, but he, at least, wanted to clear away the dinner dishes. After drying the last plate and putting it in the cupboard, he softly padded towards his room and got undressed. He hopped into bed, on top of the covers and lay there, staring into the thick blackness. His ears pricked as he heard Vegeta hissing more curses from the next room. Again, Goku smiled to himself as he listened. For a moment, he imagined himself laying next to Vegeta, feeling his hot breath against his skin as he continued his angry prattle. Then he was there.

“Ugh! Kakarot!!”

“I just had to be near you. Just… Let me lay here. I promise I won’t touch you. That is, if you don’t want me to.”

“Damn right, I don’t want you to!” he hissed.

“So… I can stay?” Goku perked up.

“Fine! But don’t you dare touch me!”

Vegeta snatched the blankets from under Goku’s body and wrapped them about himself. Goku chuckled as he put his arms under his head, and gazed into the darkness. He closed his eyes, one after the other, and slowly drifted into sleep. He was awoken by the sensation of his tail being stroked. He sat up suddenly, and saw that Vegeta’s tail was loosely coiled about his.

“Sweet Prince,” Goku whispered. “You will be mine yet.”

Having said that, Goku drifted once more, reveling in the soft caress.

~*~

Goku felt the warmth of the sun on his face as it shone through the window. However, that was not the reason he was awoken. He had felt a weight pressing against him. Goku glanced over his body to find Vegeta’s head on his chest, his arm cross his stomach, and his leg and tail hooked over his thigh. He reached down to gently stroke his unruly, raven locks. Vegeta stirred. Goku quickly withdrew his hand and placed it under his head. When he looked down again, sleepy, dark eyes met his.

Goku smiled. “Good morning, Vegeta.”

“Hn. What’s so good about?” Vegeta said, floating off of Goku’s body and out of bed.

“Well, waking up next to you was good.”

“Don’t get used to it, Kakarot,” he said roughly while landing across the room. “And for Kami’s sake, put on some clothes!” he called while pulling on his blue spandex uniform. “And be quick about it! It’s time to spar!”

Vegeta teleported out of the room and Goku laid in bed in a hungry stupor. “Spar? Before breakfast?” he whined.

Vegeta teleported back in the room. “Yes! Before breakfast!”

“But… But…”

Vegeta ambled over to the bed with Goku’s gi in hand. He bent over his body and looked him in the eyes. Goku shifted slightly and leaned up to meet him.

Vegeta pushed his clothes against his face. “Put these on, Kakarot! Quit wasting time!”

Goku’s head fell back with a thud against the headboard. He groaned and lifted himself out of bed. He stood naked in the sunlight and rubbed his palms along his chest and stomach as if he was bathing in it. He stretched then reached for his boxers and slipped into them, and next his aqua gi. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Great. Let’s go,” Vegeta said.

“I’m hungry!!!!”

Vegeta merely growled.

“Please, Vegeta,” he said, turning to the smaller Saiya-jin.

Goku slid his arms around his slender waist. He felt Vegeta struggle, but that only gave him the incentive to hold him tighter. He searched a little lower and caught the base of his tail between the V of his index and middle fingers. Vegeta’s breath hitched as he threw his head back and took hold of Goku’s biceps. Goku leaned down to lick the flesh of Vegeta’s neck. He could feel a slight shiver emanating from Vegeta’s frame.

He drew Vegeta close, leaned down, and whispered hotly in his ear, “I could love you… if you let me.”