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Prologue
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Infestation

Flashback 3

It had started out like most of the other missions Goku had offered his help on. The planet was tiny and simple, more archaic than Earth. Past the hunter gatherer stage, but no industrial development, largely agricultural, well if a hundred or so specialized orchards count.

Vegeta figures that must have been what drew the enormous hornet like creatures. The peculiar fruit this planet grew smelled sweet and ripe to their Saiyan noses as well.

Goku reaches to pick one while the locals are explaining to them the extent of the issue, but Vegeta smacks his hand down.

"Pay attention!"

Apparently 'millions' was a vast exaggeration on Goku's part as only a small block farms were affected. However these wasps were hardy creatures and needed something heavier than the usual standard issue blaster gun to be effective against them. Once the pair had gotten the information they needed, they took off towards the plateaus where the air was warmer and the fruits smelled even sweeter. The two Saiyans were quickly met by hoards of wasps twice their size.

Goku watches them buzz for a moment, he watches Vegeta jump in and start blasting them out of the sky in his usual brusque fashion until he feels a sudden pinch on his shoulder pulling him from his thoughtless day dream. "OW!" He whips around and instinctively strikes out at the offending creature. It drops to the ground without much of a fight. And decides to catch up to the other Saiyan and start blasting alongside him.
"Make sure you don't let them sting you."
"What- why?" Goku asks with a nervous glance.
"Because it hurts." Vegeta turns around revealing a few golf ball sized welts on his arms and face.
Goku holds back a laugh that would surely get him whacked on the head, "I think you're just allergic."
"I'm a Saiyan! Tch! I'm not allergic to-! Whatever! We need a different strategy or they're going to keep overwhelming us. We'll be useless if we get stung too much."
Goku agrees and they fly away from the angry buzzing to rescout the area. "Ha ha, Vegeta look."
"What?"
"They're pairing up. Look, they're in teams like us."
Vegeta looks to where Goku's pointing and cocks his head. He pauses and watches for a few moments and Goku’s right. The wasps closest the fruit are more focused on ‘pairing up’ as he put it than fighting. Wait. No, they’re… “Kakarot...” Vegeta’s about to correct Goku’s clear misinterpretation but decides last second it isn’t worth the trouble, "We should take out the…. ‘teams’… first.” Vegeta points to a cluster of wasps on the ground surrounding the trees, “then draw the others towards the area and wait for them to get... distracted."

Goku flies over towards the strongest smelling orchard, where a small swarm has already picked trees dry and it works. It’s much easier to clear the orchards when the wasps weren’t focused on two Saiyans and they are able start firing off ki at the large numbers starting to come towards them from the other areas. It's not long before it turns into a competition for who can fell the most in a single blast. Vegeta won, but Goku's not entirely convinced he wasn't inflating his numbers.

A few hours later, the area is clear of irritating foe (save for one but Vegeta had long given up on ever getting rid of that particular one.) and the painful welts are dying down to small dully throbbing bumps. They sit on top a large pile fruits of victory which taste just as delicious as they smelled and wait for the locals to come back.

The violet colored fruits reminded Vegeta of Earth's peaches with their fuzzy outsides, except the pit was smaller and not as bitter. Although Goku mentioned much to Vegeta’s surprise, you were not supposed to eat peach pits.

They must have gone through a quarter ton by the time the irritating sting in Goku's shoulder receded and began giving way to something else.
"Hey Vegeta" he says mid chew.
"What?" Vegeta stuffs another whole one into his mouth.
"I feel kind of… weird." He rolls his shoulder blades back as a pleasant feeling runs down his spine. Vegeta opens his mouth to say something insulting, something about how Goku was always weird, but a warm shiver runs through his body too that halts his train of thought.

Goku stares at him. He watches Vegeta open his mouth, hesitate, then shift uncomfortably and take another bite of the fruit in his hand. He watches his jaw work, acutely aware of every muscle working on Vegeta's face. He watches the deep purple juices drip down from his mouth to his neck and chest mixing with the sweat, and Goku feels his skin begin to crawl with a stifling heat.

Goku’s thoughts on Vegeta were much less complicated than Vegeta’s thoughts on Goku but they gave him just as much if not more trouble. They were simple because once Goku had caught a glimpse of the passionate honor bound Saiyan hidden beneath the layers of pain, hatred, and anger on Namek, it was settled. Deep down Vegeta was good. There was no doubt in Goku’s mind despite the older Saiyans rude at time’s hurtful remarks because... Goku knew he didn’t mean them. Usually.

The piece that gave him pause was something he had noticed before Namek. Even when Vegeta had first come to Earth with the intention of killing him Goku had thought the other Saiyan was... attractive. It had been impossible to miss in their first fight; his strength, his confidence, his bo- waitno-that’snot- Goku looks away from Vegeta suddenly feeling even hotter under the collar than he had when they’d been fighting.

Whenever strange confusing thoughts about Vegeta came to mind, which happened far more often than he would like to admit, Goku tried to write it off as misplaced respect for him as a fighter. But since their conversation a few weeks ago…… His brows twists down with discomfort as he revisits those thoughts for the hundredth time and he considers that although Vegeta told him he was ‘OK’, it probably wasn't an open invitation to freely include him in all his sexual fantasies which he now realizes is exactly what he had been doing. Because ‘never anyone specific’ was true in the details of the matter, but he really only had one opponent he sought out for spars these days and- …. Hm. Maybe that’s what I need right now. Yeah.
"Hey, Vegeta."
"What." Vegeta reaches for another fruit only to see that Goku has already extended his arm to him with one in hand.
"We should spar." He chooses not to dwell on the strange feelings that seem to churn bigger and bigger circles inside him the more he sits around doing nothing.
Vegeta hesitantly takes the fruit from Goku's hand and eats it. "We just fought for hours. And you want to spar?" He feels too hot and... itchy... to spar. Maybe Kakarot's right, I am allergic to those vile creatures.
"Yeah." He says with a haze in his voice.
"Tch. Alright."
He shifts to stand, but sits back down, realizing that the more he moves the worse this feeling is getting. He looks down and sees that he's half hard. When did that happen? He snaps his head back up completely mortified. He might not want to spar but he certainly wanted to do something. He pulls at the low collar of his blue tank and watches Goku get up and and start walking towards an empty field.
"I change my mind! We shouldn't spar." He looks away and considers bolting, going off on his own to take care of his now quickly rising concern because he really wanted, no needed, to amend his situation.
Goku looks back at him with a playful expression, "You're not really gonna back down are you?"
Vegeta hates that Goku is just smart enough to know how to push his buttons. He tries to will some amount of dissipation and after a few moments of conjuring horrible images from battles past, it works or... enough that it's no longer noticeable though honestly he’s surprised because that tactic would not have worked a few years ago and he thinks Bulma and this idiot have done a lot to soften him over the years.

The three tiny orange suns in the sky put off a sweltering heat as Vegeta hesitantly follows Goku toward the field where there is no protection from their rays. Vegeta can't stand the itching feeling under his skin anymore and sheds his blue tank top. Every nerve in his body was starting to light up and his blood was pumping faster by the second. A spar is exactly what I need to take the edge off. He nods to himself almost completely convinced because it has always been easy to do that. To lie to himself.

Vegeta took stance and looked at the Saiyan a few meters away, "Well?" He forces his usual smirk trying to ignore how much he wanted to just... not be wearing anything the chaffing is getting so uncomfortable. I must be allergic.
Goku, who is starting to feel like he's about to snap from all the hot pent up energy swirling around inside him, launches top speed at Vegeta without warning and slams him to the ground.
"Fu-" Vegeta shoots up to super Saiyan to narrowly escapes a volley of quick successive punches before jumping back to his feet. "Kakarot” he gasps still recovering from the blow, “What kind of spar is this?!"
Goku doesn't answer, he just follows him up to Super Saiyan and delivers a powerful kick to his head which knocks Vegeta back to the ground. Vegeta doesn't have time to get up before Goku is back on top of him, breathing heavily and looking at him with a curious expression. Oh no. Panic starts to rip through Vegeta. He can feel-

He tries to buck him off but Goku grips his shoulders and stays exactly where he is. After a few awkward, fruitless moments of struggling to get out from underneath him without putting any extra friction on his groin, he manages to get a few words out.
"Kakarot. Get! off me!"
The other Saiyan doesn't move and Vegeta is quickly moving from red to dark maroon levels fury at the issue, now extremely evident, between them.
"Kakarot! I said get OFF!" He shoves him back but Goku tenses his thighs against Vegeta's abdomen. He doesn’t go anywhere and Vegeta has half a mind to hit him with a close range ki blast. He rears his fist back but finds his attention involuntarily pulled down to his increasingly tight pants which Goku is now very slowly, very slightly rocking his hips against.

Vegeta’s not sure if he should keep trying to escape or maybe finally try to kill him- But why would I do that.. when he's- ah- Vegeta shakes the thought from his head and tries to focus on his next offensive action but it's getting increasingly more difficult when there's such needed pressure on his hips.

"I thought I wanted to fight but... I don't think... I want to fight." Goku looks down at him with confusion. There had been times when Goku felt like this before. When they fought. When they stood there in the wastelands waiting, letting the anticipation for the other to move keep building and...building. But it was usually afterwards, when the adrenaline was still pumping through him, when he was going over Vegeta’s moves and tactics and ...the way he looks when he’s-, in his head, that Goku was left so fired up he didn’t know what to do with himself. And somehow this… this was even more. ... I've never wanted something like I want... to keep doing... this...

Vegeta is plagued by the same struggle. Everything is starting to feel dull compared to his desire to let Goku continue. The desire to just Let. Go. Anger at the third class seeps out of him faster by the second even though he knows that this is wrong. Because he is married. Because Kakarot is married. Because Earth seemed to have certain expectations regarding sex and marriage that he respected because in private he had sworn himself to Bulma. To love her, to protect her and their son despite their humanity.

And yet, not a single thought about stopping has successfully made the journey from his brain to his body as he watches Goku release his grip and sit up to run one of his hands through his dark messy spikes of hair while the other wanders along his torso eventually finding the edges of his gi, lifting it up and over his head.

"It's... so hot. Isn’t it?" Goku pants with a deep groan as he tosses his blue t-shirt aside. The older Saiyan's mouth drops open a little but no sounds come out. He can't think of a response as he stares up at Goku with heated interest in every twitch of his muscles and before Vegeta can stop himself one of his own hands runs up the slick muscles above him making Goku shiver. Vegeta bites his lip and feels the straining hardness between his legs becoming even harder to ignore. He ghosts his hands along the steel muscles several more times until he elicits a deep sigh from the Saiyan sitting on top of him.

Vegeta takes that as his cue to move his hands from Goku's chest and torso to either side of Goku’s waist.

"No, like this." his grip pulls Goku a little further forward then pushes him a little further back until the younger gets the idea. "Ah, just like that." Vegeta's head rests on the ground with closed eyes as he guides Kakarot's hips. "Mmm."
Goku starts grinding a little harder, "Is this how... is this how it's supposed to feel?"
The older Saiyan cracks his eyes open. He feels something still tugging at him in the back of his mind telling him he's not thinking straight, that if he doesn't stop now, he won't be able to at all. "Y- unh- wait…” he stops Goku’s subtle but erotic movements. “We- we shouldn't... be doing this."

"Why not?" Goku's hands are now running all over his own body feeling the warm waves of Super Saiyan ki thrumming through and around him. I've been wondering what this would be like, with a different opponent... with you.

"W-we should stop. Something's wrong. I would... never do this… I would never… betray her." He feels his body pulsing with each press of Goku's hips against him and he finds it incredibly hard to believe himself, that this is wrong. He wants it more than he's wanted anything. And he once murdered hundreds to try to become immortal. He has to have this. Right here. Right now. Right-

Goku hears the wavering resistance in Vegeta’s voice and leans down until they’re chest on chest.
"You told me yourself it wasn't wrong.” he presses his mouth close to Vegeta’s ear, “And you must be right because this is…” he sighs into Vegeta's neck, “this feels so much better."
Vegeta tilts his head, giving Goku better access as he contemplates giving into temptation just this once, "Better..... than what?"

Than Chi Chi. Goku never says it, but he doesn’t have to. Their last conversation echoes through Vegeta’s head and he remembers what Goku had nervously admitted to him. Vegeta realizes as he sits up with Goku still on his lap, as he looks at the handsome Saiyan face staring down at him with heated cheeks and hazy eyes, that Goku's probably never been with anyone other than his wife, whom he clearly was not… interested in. Goku’s naivety on the subject altogether continually shocked Vegeta and the shorter Saiyan was beginning to suspect that Kakarot's never felt properly satisfied. ...how unfortunate…. Vegeta smirks as he feels a rare wave of genuine superiority over the other Saiyan. A superiority that at this very moment could benefit both of them.

"Kakarot." He says with fuzzy inhibitions, still trying to remember why he was against this in the first place.
"What?" Goku bends his head into the crook of Vegeta's neck and presses his mouth against it, dragging his tongue and teeth up the thick vein beating heavily against sweat slicked, violet stained skin.
"Fuck." He whispers to himself. Only because I need it so badly. Because she can't give it to me. And because you need it even more than I do. He lets out a loud sigh of relief having settled on a plan of action. He lets go of all his doubts for the time being at the contact of Goku's tongue on his neck and pushes Goku off of his lap and onto the ground.
"What are you-"
"Shut up, I'm doing this for both of us."
Goku cocks his head with interest as Vegeta strips off his pants. Goku takes the hint and quickly does the same. Vegeta's eyes are not shy and drink in every detail of Goku’s built frame and he lets out an appreciative hum. "It's been too long since I've fucked another Saiyan." Vegeta says with the distraction of a distant memory in his eyes.
Wait, what other Saiyan have you- Goku cuts the thought short and decides he doesn't need to know right now, but he would have to remember to ask another time.

Vegeta ignores that he's probably making a huge mistake and leans over Goku completely naked and reaches his hand between them. He grips hard and strokes slow forcing a loud gasp out of Goku.

"We haven't even started yet, Kakarot." He shoots him a strained mischievous smile.

Goku hides nothing as he thrusts into Vegeta’s hand and responds, "I didn't… I didn’t even know we could do it like this."
"Like what?" Vegeta asks only half paying attention to his words, more focused on the beads of sweat running down his rival's chest.
"Super Saiyan."
Vegeta stops. It hadn't even been a remote possibility with any of his partners in the past. It hadn’t been a remote possibility… ever. And now- "Kakarot." he resumes stroking more frantically.
"What." the younger breathes out.
"We can absolutely do it Super Saiyan." Vegeta says quickly trying not to betray the sudden spike in his excitement or his shock that Kakarot had in fact just had a stroke of genius.

Goku leans up to try and kiss him but finds Vegeta's fingers in his mouth instead. He reels back and tries to pull Vegeta's hand out of his mouth.
"Trust me, you're going to want this."
Goku doesn't understand what he means, but let's them sit in his mouth in all the same.
"....You're supposed to suck on them."
The younger Saiyan hesitantly moves his tongue around Vegeta's fruit stained fingers.
"...Close enough." Vegeta smirks and their eyes lock for several moments trying to figure out why they'd never done this before because, “Unh- Yes, now you get it- fuck-” Vegeta watches Goku suck deeply with an expression he could safely label desperate.
“iv-” He speaks with them still in his mouth, “nevah don dith- what do I- ...mmmm~”

"Ah- don't worry Kakarot, I know. I'll teach you, mm, how real Saiyans fuck." Goku hums around his fingers as Vegeta withdraws them from Goku's mouth, dripping as Vegeta uses his other hand to part his legs.

Goku sits up on his elbows and watches. He was starting to get an idea about how this works as
Vegeta presses his fingers against him, "Relax."
"I'm relaxed." Goku leans his head back and closes his eyes.
Vegeta takes his word for it and eases in one of his fingers, "We'll start out slow, but don't expect me to-" Goku bucks back against him. "Oh good. A quick learner." He smirks at him then slowly presses in the second digit.
After a few moments of stillness to let the Saiyan adjust he starts moving them around in a peculiar motion. It all feels very strange but not necessarily unpleasant to Goku until his eyes shoot wide open at the sudden shock of pleasure. "What was that!?"
"What?" Vegeta looks around.
"No, no! You touched something! Do it again!"
Vegeta smirks at him, "You mean this?" he presses his fingers against something soft and extremely sensitive.
"Ah, ah, ah, yes, yes that, ah-"
Vegeta chuckles to himself, "Just wait."
"Wait for wha-ah-ah-ah?"
Vegeta presses a little harder and rubs a little faster until Goku's not sure if he'll make it to whatever's next.
Vegeta spits and tries to slick up his throbbing member as much as he can, but he keeps getting distracted by Goku's obvious impatience.
He withdraws his fingers and pulls Goku's legs a little further apart. He lines himself up and leans over Goku with one hand on his own straining cock and the other by Goku's head.
"Remember what I said... about relaxing" Vegeta begins to ease in without any complaints from his partner and it's ohh, so much better than I remember.
Goku arches as he feels Vegeta penetrate him deeper. "Ahhh~, if I'd known it was gonna be like this... ah, I would have asked you years ago."
Vegeta lets out a short laugh and a shorter moan as he feels himself finally sheath to the hilt. "What makes you think I would have said yes? I wanted to kill you up until recently." He sighs. Still do sometimes.
The younger Saiyan answers by griping Vegeta’s shoulders and pulling him closer as he bucks his hips up.
"Oh fuck-!"
Goku grinds harder, "I'm trying but I’ve- I’ve never done it like this- ah~"
Vegeta smirks at Goku’s comment and starts rocking back and forth at a slow pace testing the limits of his new partner.

The younger Saiyan looks up at the lattice work of scars on the bronzed hardened torso in front of him. He looks at the muscles they highlight. The muscles rippling, flexing, as that body worked up to a pace Vegeta could have never done with Bulma. Goku leans his head back against the grass with a sigh. This was good, really good, but he knew Vegeta could go faster, "I thought you were going, unh, to show me how Saiyans do it."

Typical Kakarot. Challenging me when I least fucking expect it.

The waves of pleasure running through Goku are interrupted when Vegeta pulls out and violently turns him over to his stomach then pulls Goku’s ass up to meet his hips. Vegeta leans over and chuckles darkly in his ear.
"Now. Now, we'll fuck like Saiyans."
He thrusts himself back in and Goku lets out a pained yelp. But it disappears as soon as Vegeta hits that spot. And oh, does he hit it. Vegeta slams against it over and over again with so much power and strength, Goku feels like he's going to explode. He can feel Vegeta's energy crackling around them, and it makes his own wax and wane in response.
Vegeta's pace spikes and Goku throws his head back letting out short gasps as his fingers start curling into the grass, tearing it out, making deeper and deeper holes in the ground. He reaches for his achingly hard cock but Vegeta rips his arm back.
"No. Not yet."
Instead of giving him relief, Vegeta shoves Goku's head into the dirt and pounds into him harder, powering up further, and Goku happily matches. The ground begins quaking beneath them and the noises they're making are downright animalistic.
Goku feels himself rocking back into Vegeta as hard as he's thrusting. Ki shivers up and down his spine with every blow of hard muscle against him.
"V-Vegeta" Goku stutters between thrusts, "I can't last much longer ah~ please!" And how could Vegeta refuse when asked so nicely? Goku feels Vegeta lean forward and lay his chest flush against Goku’s back, his face brushing the base of Goku’s neck, panting and cursing into his ear. Finally the older Saiyan wraps his arms around him and reaches low giving Goku the satisfaction he’d been denied.

Goku is undone at once and a powerful shock of energy explodes from him. As he comes, spurting hot thick lengths onto the ground beneath him, Goku feels Vegeta’s hips slam against him and something warm spill inside him followed by a jolt of electrified Ki straight up his spine all the way to the base of his skull. He goes rigid from the impossibly pleasurable sensation and collapses completely with Vegeta on top of him. They stay like that for a several minutes, trying to catch their breaths until Vegeta eventually pulls out and rolls off of Goku into the ditch they made.

"Is that... what it's always like?"
Vegeta snorts, "No. …...No, that was…” the best I’ve ever had, “I've never done it in Super Saiyan before." Vegeta lets out a rare contented sigh. He still feels odd and tingly, though he's not sure if it's from the afterglow or something else. His head feels marginally clearer but only temporarily, like the worst is just around the bend.
"Kakarot, do you still feel strange?"
"I feel..." Goku doesn't want to tell him he's not satisfied. But he doesn't know how else to describe it. He feels like he needs it even more now, "Let's do it again." He sits up and looks down at Vegeta.
Vegeta wants to protest, but he's still hard and the blood pumping inside him tells him he could easily go for another round. or two. or three. or-

Vegeta's attention is caught by a small figure some ways away walking towards them. He recognized him as the keeper of this particular infested orchard who had given them directions. Just in time to stop me from making another bad decision...

"There's more? I'm sure we got rid of them all." Goku looks over to the several smoking piles by the Orchard. He starts to stand up and look around.
"No he's here to make sure we did our job. Get your pants on, you indecent clown." Though honestly he wishes Goku wouldn't. Vegeta still decides to throws the orange fabric at Goku's face and reaches for his own.
They chafe against him as he walks back towards the pile of fruit and stacks of wood crates by the entrance of the orchard. They each grab another one to eat waiting for the man to come closer.
The man sees them and starts running, "What are you doing!? Stop!" They can just barely distinguish his shouting.
"Enjoying victory over your infestation." Vegeta yells back without looking. His eyes are still having trouble focusing on anything other than the soft cloth barely clinging to Goku's damp skin.
The man finally runs up to them, wheezing out of breath, "Stop! Stop eating those!! What have you done to my field?!" He points to the large ditch they made which Vegeta looks at without much concern.
"What? why?" Goku whines, "They taste delicious and you have a whole planet full of them." He leans on the other Saiyan and takes another bite, the crunch in Vegeta's ear making it even harder for him to pay attention.

"They're" he's still gasping for breath, "they're our only source of income you-! They take years to ripen. You've probably eaten decades of our stock!"
Goku looks guiltily at the small fruit in his hand.
"Our planet specializes in cultivating this fruit because it's so valuable. As if the wasps weren't enough!" he looks at the dozens of empty bushels, "How many have you eaten!? At this rate you'll bankrupt me!" He looks at the two of them, shirtless, stained, dirty and sweating. He tries to maintain an air of reasonableness since he knows they're powerful and the short one seemed to be particularly irritable, but it's difficult when they've clearly eaten so much of his crop.
Vegeta shakes Goku off his shoulder, narrows his eyes at the man and stops chewing. "What... makes them so valuable?"
"Oh, you didn't figure that out?" he responds gesturing to their disheveled appearances, "They're aphrodisiacs! And powerful ones, clearly, if they work on you two. Or it could just be that you ate a quarter TONNE of them!"
Vegeta immediately spits out what he had in his mouth and sticks his fingers to the back of his throat trying to vomit up what he's eaten.
Goku swallows the rest of the fruit he had been chewing on. "They're what?"
"IDIOT! Spit it out!" Vegeta whips around after unsuccessfully trying to empty his stomach.
"What?"
"They make you want to fuck!"
His eyes go wide. He would have tried to spit it out, but he's already swallowed and he doesn't know how to make himself throw up. Plus…. I wouldn’t mind…. Doing that again...
"You have to pay us back for what you've eaten! These are valuable crops!"
"No, we don't have to pay you anything. We fought off those beasts for you. Fuck. If we'd known though, wouldn't have eaten any." He mutters and can still feel his skin crawling with need and tries to stick his fingers back into his throat again to no avail. When he gives up he is met by Goku staring at him, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
"What are we gonna do?"
"Go home and stay the fuck away from each other!." Though that really isn't what he wants to do.
"What? Why?" his arm drops back to his side.
Vegeta shakes his head and staggers off towards the empty field to gather the rest of his clothing.
"Wait, Vegeta-" Goku looks over to the local who is clearly distraught over his losses.
“Someone is going to have to pay for this!" He raises his hand with exasperation.
"Yeah... I'll make sure... We let the Galactic police know..." He starts to edge away, then bolts off in same direction as the other Saiyan.
"Vegeta. Why do we have to go back to Earth? Shouldn't we just...-"
"Just what, Kakarot!? Stay here and fuck until we can't anymore?!"
I wasn't going to put it that way... "It's not like it didn't feel good for you too." He moves closer to the Saiyan who is trying, with an abnormal amount of difficulty to put his stuffy, scratchy shirt back on. Goku reaches out to help him but Vegeta blocks his arm and pushes him away.
"It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter how it feels. We shouldn't have done that. Just, fuckin' let ourselves get overrun by a stupid (delicious) fruit... We're married! We have families, Kakarot. And I shouldn’t have- fuck!" As if I didn’t have enough problems with self restraint!
"Oh, what now because you know it's something we ate, it's wrong?"
"Ye- No! It's wrong either way!"
"That's not what you told me when-"
"Do you not fucking care about your life on Earth?"
"This is…. It's different..."
"How is this different!?" He watches as Goku's hands run up and down his torso then spend a lot of time to rub out some apparent kink in his neck.
"Because there's nothing we can do. We already ate it. So we should... stay here..." he looks at the several meter wide ditch "or go somewhere else where we can-"
"Kakarot. For once in your dull, troubled life, listen to me. We-" he feels a sudden wave of desire pulse through him and almost can't say it, "We can't do that again."
Goku lets out a disappointed chuff.
"Why are you being so difficult? I feel... this" he waves his hand between them, "as much as you do right now! If I can reason through it, then so can you."
Goku stops rubbing himself, angry that he knows Vegeta’s right. "Fine, we'll go back. Now." He grips Vegeta's arm tighter than he needs to and lifts two fingers to his forehead.
"I knew doing this stupid mission with you would be a mistake." Vegeta says more to himself than to Goku,
"Didn't seem to think it was a mistake ten minutes ago." Goku mutters in response.
They reappear on Earth with Vegeta struggling to punch and not caress the damned idiot
They finally manage to separate themselves and breath heavily out of both frustration and effort.
"Fine! What now then?"
Vegeta turns away from him and heads inside. "Go home to your wife, Kakarot."

He isn't sure if Vegeta means it literally or as a personal slight. His mouth forms a hard line and he decides to take the advice anyway, not having many other choices with the state he's in.
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