𝗧𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗜𝗻 𝗦𝗮𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲; 𝗚𝗼𝗸𝘂 𝘅 𝗩𝗲𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗮

Annoyance

For the next 3 months, Vegeta decided to give his dick and mouth a break to focus on meditating every time he had the urge to masturbate or make an insulting remark whenever Goku's idiocy reached a limit. Luckily, Whis' gruelling training regimen was enough to distract Vegeta from the temptation of indulging in his carnal desires as well as satisfy his need for pushing his limits - and the extensive banquet of appetising food given to both saiyans after an intense session made the inner prince in Vegeta smile despite Goku's lack of civilisation at the table.

However, focusing on training, meditation and eating - along with daydreaming about being a future destroyer god, of course- still couldn't rid Vegeta's mind from the daily blasphemous thoughts of his handsome, idiotic roommate...

Their intense make-out session played on repeat whenever his mind wasn't preoccupied with planning tactical moves when sparring with Whis or Goku. Every single time Vegeta would enter their shared room, he physically prepared himself for the moment where Goku would tackle him until they were a tangle of limbs on Vegeta's bed, gazing into each other's eyes before roughly kissing and groping.

Just like now, Vegeta's head raced, picturing Goku moaning against his lips as he gently twisted the door knob to ensure he wouldn't disrupt Goku's slumber.

"Hey, Vegeta." A groggy voice greeted, startling the prince as he closed the door.

"Fuck, Kakarot!" Vegeta cursed in a whisper. He quickly spun around to face the other who was spread out comfortably on his bed. "Why the hell are you on my bed?" The prince queried; his harsh tone conveyed his displeasure.

Rolling over onto his back, Goku simply shrugged in response. He wiped the drool that spilled from his lips while he slept before yawning and scratching his messy spikes.

Vegeta wanted to punch himself for thinking his rival looked adorable while dishevelled and sleepy. I can't keep having these feelings about anyone other than Bulma. She doesn't deserve this.

"Your bed is real' comfy, Vegeta." Goku yawned, stretching out all his limbs akin to a starfish. "Can we switch?" He asked with his eyes closed.

Vegeta scoffed, finding himself ridiculous for thinking Goku of all people was acting cute. "It seems you've already fallen asleep on it before." He stood adjacent to the other's leg, resting his knees against the wooden sides of the bed frame. "Care to explain before I throw you back onto your bed?"

"I dunno..." Goku yawned again. "Jus' felt too tired to sleep in my own."

"That was the worst excuse I've ever heard." Vegeta insulted, ignoring the other's grumbling. "Just get up and go to your own bed - unless you want me to blast you there?"

Goku curled up onto his side, closing his eyes as he whined, "But I'm comfy."

Vegeta's right eye twitched as his hands formed into tight fists. Growling, Vegeta ragged the duvet covering the other, disregarding his complaints. "Get up, clown!" He spat as he tried pulling on Goku's wrist, dragging him out of bed as far as he could with the impressive amount of resistance from Goku - it was as if he was dragging one of the weighted suits from Whis.

"Vegetaaaaa!" Goku whined, feeling cold as his arm ached from Vegeta's intense pull.

"Stop resisting, Kakarot!" Vegeta groaned.

Childishly, Goku blew a raspberry directly into the prince's face, causing Vegeta to stumble backwards and wipe the spit from his eyes. Goku took advantage of the distraction and crawled back onto Vegeta's bed, covering himself with the duvet.

"Kakarot." Vegeta's tone darkened once he regained his eyesight and could see the idiot snuggled up in his covers. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Vegeta aimed his knee right into what he thought was Goku's back, but instead it was his crotch...

"Fucking hell, Vegeta!" Goku screeched as he jolted upwards, cupping his abused crotch to prevent another strike.

Vegeta's eyes widened; he was surprised by the other's foul language and tone. "That's what you get for being an idiot, Kakarot!" Vegeta snapped once he recomposed himself.

Before Vegeta could register, a furious fist abruptly collided with his forehead, knocking him to the ground.

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"Are they ready, yet?" Beerus queried before stuffing his mouth with a large slice of pizza; the strings of mozzarella stuck to his chin.

"No, my lord. Not even close." Whis admitted. Though, Vegeta was certainly making excellent progress during his training for Beerus' title - but he was still no match.

Beerus licked his grease covered fingers before sneering, "I'm getting bored, Whis." He pointed his finger, "I want those saiyans to be in top fighting shape for me sooner or later." He reached for the final slice in the box, "Entertaining me is the least they can do to make up for the noise and havoc they are causing."

Whis hovered his staff over the piles upon piles of pizza boxes surrounding Beerus, making them disappear entirely. "You do realise that they seek my tutelage for their own gains and not to provide you entertainment, right, Lord Beerus?"

Beerus strictly folded his arms and crossed his legs. "If they wish to live, then they are here for my entertainment." He threatened.

Whis sighed, "Whatever you say, my lord."

"Fucking hell, Vegeta!" A distinctive voice screeched from the temple above them.

"See? What did I tell you about the noise?" Beerus commented.

Whis tsked before leaving to investigate the source of the voice. I wouldn't be surprised if they had killed each other.