Everybody Loves Vegeta

Chapter 16

"Vegetaaaa," Goku yelled from the bathroom.

"What is it?" In his bedroom, Vegeta waited on pins and needles. This had to be the longest shower in the world. What could Goku possibly be doing in there for so long?

"I need a towel."

Goku, for the most part, wasn't the seductive type. Not intentionally. But Vegeta knew Goku had at least two brain cells to rub together so he could find the linen closet. It was his poor attempt to get the Prince to come in the bathroom. "The towels are in the closet next to the sink."

"But I can't reach it."

"Yes you can, dear."

"Vegeta...my clothes are dirty. Can you wash them for me?"

He has a good point, his clothes are dir—"Hey! Stop being lazy and get out here already."

"Pleeease..."

"Ugh. Fine." Vegeta rolled out of bed and stomped into the bathroom. Steam filled the small space, water droplets in the air clinging to his skin. He plucked Goku's clothes up off the floor, then stared into the frosted glass shower door. Goku smiled back at him. "Hey."

Vegeta blushed. Quickly, he turned on his heel and ran out. Goku knew exactly how to toy with him. In the hallway he found the nook hiding the washing machine. He dumped in the dirty clothes along with some detergent, then started the cycle. Easy enough.

Back in his room he waited for Goku again. He pulled his sketchbook out from beneath his pillow, and shoved it under the bed. The shower's thundering roar finally ended. "Hey Vegeta," Goku said, voice much clearer than before, "I hope you don't mind if I use your toothbrush."

"WHAT!" Vegeta ran to the bathroom door and flung it open. Goku stood with a white towel barely wrapped around his waist, and a plastic toothbrush in his outstretched hand. "Put that down!"

"Geez, I was joking. I found one unwrapped under the sink." Goku brushed his teeth, still smiling at Vegeta.

"You." Vegeta's eyes trailed down Goku's firm stomach. "You're..."

"I'm what? All wet?"

"Yes." The word fell out of his mouth, stupid and slow. Of course Goku was wet. He was just in the shower. Why were they even talking about this?

Goku spit his toothpaste into the sink. "Mm. You want to dry me off?"

"Yes. Fuck. I mean no. No, I don't."

Goku slid off his towel and used it to pat-dry his spiky hair. He kept his dark eyes glued to Vegeta the whole time, as if daring the Prince to look down past his naked hips. Vegeta won that game by turning around. "When you're done, come back in my room."

"I don't have any clothes to wear, 'Geta. Since you put them in the wash."

You bastard! "Take these. They'll fit you." Vegeta pulled down his sweatpants. Thank gods he was wearing underwear.

"Thanks," Goku said, the fun all gone from his voice. Vegeta turned to leave again, but Goku grabbed his shoulder. "Hey, hold on a sec."

"Yes?"

Goku wrapped his warm arms around Vegeta's waist. He sighed, and leaned his head in the crook of Vegeta's neck. "I missed you."

Vegeta felt the steam still rising off his damp skin. The smell of his own soap and Goku's scent overcame his senses. He leaned against Goku's weight. "I missed you too."

"Good. Wanna do it?"

"Kakarot! You're here to talk, remember?"

"I know..." He growled into Vegeta's ear. "I'm just so horny. Aren't you?"