𝗧𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗜𝗻 𝗦𝗮𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲; 𝗚𝗼𝗸𝘂 𝘅 𝗩𝗲𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗮

Chores

"So why does Vegeta wear that apron again?" Goku queried, not failing to notice the prince tense as he mentioned his attire.

Whis chuckled; "Because, Goku; he is required to wear one as he does some other training," He explained before smirking, "And so will you." With the flick of his staff, a blue frilly apron wrapped itself around Goku's waist whilst his gi changed in style.

"Woahh." Goku patted himself down to feel the new material. "It's so comfy! Does this mean we get to start training?!" He bounced with excitement.

The angel just simply smiled: "Not yet. You two have other things to do before that."

"I've already completed my tasks, so poor Kakarot will have to do them all by himself." Vegeta spoke smugly, flashing a huge smirk at the third class who blew a raspberry in response.

Whis laughed; "Oh, you're not finished just yet, Vegeta."

"Ha!" Goku teases.

"Shut your mouth!" Vegeta snapped. "What else do I have to do?" Do I seriously have to work with this imbecile? Kami, please kill me.

Whis couldn't help but find their rivalry to be pretty amusing at times. Maybe I can teach them to get along better... "I'll give you both a list, and I expect these to be finished by the end of the day. If not, then there won't be any training." The angel warned. "Understood?"

Vegeta muttered incoherently to himself before sighing; "Yes."

"Good." Whis smiled with satisfaction before giving the two the list of chores.

The pair examined the list of labour, which ranged from polishing the oracle fish's bowls to trimming the grass all over the destroyer God's world. Though, the last one caught Goku's eye instantly: "We have to change Beerus' sheets?!" He exclaimed.

Vegeta couldn't help but smirk. "If you can't handle it, then go home." I bet he doesn't even know how to change his own sheets, never mind Lord Beerus'.

"No way, Vegeta!" Goku retorted. What's his problem?

Whis tapped his staff against the coral concrete path in order to get their attention. "I suggest you both get started if you want to start training."

And with that, both saiyans rushed to complete their first of many objectives.

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Vast, extensive, enormous; an almost limitless amount of transparent fish bowls were stacked up on shelves that towered over the two saiyans currently preoccupied with scrubbing the bowls on the floor clean.

"Fucking hell," Vegeta broke the silence with his curses. "How many bowls does that damn fish need?" He scoffed as he placed the freshly polished bowl to the side.

With Vegeta already breaking the silence, Goku took the opportunity to strike a conversation since it was extremely boring for him to work without socialising. "I wonder what Whis has in mind for us when we finish."

"Tch." Vegeta scoffed. "That's if we finish with your slow ass. And I told you not to speak to me throughout this entire training period." Or ever again for that matter...

"But, Vegetaaaa..." Goku whined, poking out his bottom lip. "It's so boring without talking to you!" How can he enjoy silence so much?

"Just fuck off and go back to cleaning!" Vegeta's scolding seemed to have an effect on the pestering saiyan, this being conveyed by the way Goku shuffled so he was facing away from the prince and his lack of conversation - minus the way he grumbled incoherently to himself.

Finally, some peace. It won't be long before we're finished with this bullshit and ready to start training.

"Hey, 'Geta-" I spoke too soon...

"What the fuck is it?"

"What we're doing right now feels like what Chi-Chi makes me do back at home," Goku admitted. This sort of 'training' was all too familiar to all the chores and 'wonderful-grandpa-duties' . "It's like how she expects me to be a farmer. But farming isn't as fun as training, y'know?"

Vegeta didn't respond. Instead, he continued to scrub the interior of another bowl.

Goku turned around and shuffled closer - obviously, Vegeta had noticed this. "But training is more fun with you, because I don' have to hold back." It was true, after all, since Vegeta would put his all into their spars and therefore, Goku would return the same energy back. "And it's nice to have a friend who understands me."

Friend? Wow, he really is stupid. "One, we are not friends. Two, what the hell do you mean by 'understands you'?" Vegeta spat sourly, though his tone didn't phase the other one bit.

Goku sighed, choosing to ignore Vegeta's first comment. "Because we're both full blooded saiyans! And, although you're a huge meanie most of the time, I still like hangin' around with ya."

"You're not as annoying as before-" Vegeta was disgusted by the way Goku's face lit up with his wide smile. "But that doesn't mean I want to be your friend." As if I would ever stoop so low to make friends with a third class, no matter how many times I've fought on his side.

"Well, 'Geta-"

"Don't call me that."

"I want you to be my friend because I like to hang around with you. And fight with you. And be around you." The third class grinned widely.

Yes, because that doesn't sound gay at all...

"Anyways, like I said-"

"We're done here." Vegeta interrupted before the conversation could escalate to even gayer heights. "Let's get on with the next chore so we can get to training." The prince announced as he stood up, adjusting his apron and opening the door.

The two were greeted by Whis, who seemed more than ready to escort them to their next area of work. "What a marvellous job! I see you're both eager for the next."

Goku and Vegeta followed beside Whis to their next location; the dining room, for which they had lots of cleaning to do...

I need to avoid any conversations with Kakarot if he's just going to talk about our 'friendship'.