Goku X Vegeta Oneshots

The Other Side (Request)

*Hello, hello! Songfic of The Other Side from The Greatest Showman. Great movie, fabulous soundtrack. Ok! So in this short little AU, Goku is the head of a group of "performing warriors" who basically traipse around Planet Vegeta like gypsies and do what they do best: fight. The Prince has heard of these fighters and, despite his luxurious and perfect lifestyle, feels a little cramped by the palace walls- but will never say so aloud. Goku finds that Vegeta has sneaked out of the palace and is drowning his misery in bad whisky. He decides to lend the poor little Prince a hand and show him the "other side"...*

"Well, well, well..." Son Goku leaned against the doorway of the tiny bar, smirking. "Hot damn. Look what we have here." He gazed for a moment at the small figure slouched unhappily against the wall. While he seemed unremarkable to most in this quiet place, other than being abnormally beautiful, Goku recognized the flaming spikes as a member of the royal family. Not only that, he had been waiting a long time to find this particular Saiyan, for not only could he fight, this man had a voice like a siren...

Goku moved his way through the bar, cautiously resting his hand on the backboard. The Prince looked up, his eyes sharp and wary. "May I sit here?" Goku asked smoothly in a gentle voice. Vegeta nodded once, and Goku lowered himself down. He couldn't help but smile. He'd been waiting so long for this. "I truly hate to be blunt, but what in the world is the Prince of all Saiyans doing in such a seedy little place as this?"

Vegeta's eyes flicked up once more. Goku saw his muscles tighten under the black spandex. "Who are you and who sent you?"

"Shh, calm down; no one sent me." Goku held his hands up innocently. "My name is Son Goku. You may have heard of me." He grinned, using every ounce of charm and suavity he possessed.

Vegeta sighed and rolled his eyes. "Of course. I knew I'd seen your face. Yes, I know who you are. What do you want?" He threw back another shot and crossed his arms. "If you're looking for a sponsor, you have absolutely come to the wrong Saiyan."

"No, no, no." Goku laughed softly, pouring himself a drink from the rather large bottle Vegeta had procured. The smaller Saiyan raised a brow at this impudent action, but let it slide. "No, you see, I've come to ask for something even more bold. I don't want your money. I don't want your support. I just want you."

"I beg your pardon?"

Goku grinned cheekily. "I want you to join my team. You're one of the best fighters in the galaxy, much less the planet. And dare I say, you have the most beautiful voice I've ever heard in my life." He felt very pleased at the shock that went across Vegeta's sharp features.

Vegeta scoffed. "I certainly hope you remember to whom you speak, third class. This is a serious breach of both respect and royal privacy."

"Forgive my rudeness, but cut the bullshit, Vegeta. We both know you're absolutely miserable in the palace. Your father keeps you under his thumb like a child-"

"Hold your tongue!" Vegeta barked, launching to his feet. His face was flushed with anger. "You should feel very lucky that you're still alive." His voice had sunk to a deep rumble, and Goku knew he'd gone a bit too far- but it was what was necessary to make this work.

"Right here, right now, I put the offer out. I don't wanna chase you down, but I know you see it." He filled Vegeta's glass and slid it towards him, a peace offering. Narrowing his eyes, Vegeta sat. "You run with me, and I can cut you free out of the treachery and walls you keep in." He took a drink himself and shrugged. "So trade that typical for something colorful, and if it's crazy, live a little crazy. You can play it sensible, the king of conventional, or you can risk it all and see..."