Goku X Vegeta Oneshots

Company

I was not prepared for what happened the moment I opened the door that night.

Someone fell forward and I managed to catch him. "Whoa! You ok?" I gasped when I realized who it was. "Vegeta!? What're you-?" I saw that he was unconscious. The smell of alcohol was very strong. For a full minute I just stood there, unsure of what to do. Then I finally made a decision and lugged him over to the couch and settled him down.

Gohan came in from the kitchen, taking off his glasses. "Dad?" Then he saw Vegeta. "Whoa, is he ok?" He came over.

"Uh, I think so," I said, rubbing my neck uncertainly. "I just opened the door and he collapsed."

"Well, he's definitely out," Gohan said. "What was he thinking? And why did he come here?"

"I dunno!" I replied. "I wish I knew. It's too late to call Bulma, so I guess we can keep him here for the night. Cause he's not going anywhere on his own." I sat down and watched Vegeta for several minutes. Even asleep, he looked totally pissed off. I took this rare opportunity to brush his hair back a little. It was so soft. I wanted to bury my nose into it and just breathe his unique scent.

Then I realized that Gohan was still there. I froze and glanced at him like a guilty puppy. He just grinned and went back to the kitchen. "Night, Dad," he laughed. Well, he didn't really have room to judge; he's always batting his eyes at Piccolo and receiving knowing smirks from the Namek, so...

Alone now, I looked back at Vegeta. He seemed to have relaxed a bit. He no longer looked as if he was about to rip someone's throat out. I pet his hair again, and I was very surprised when he purred softly and shifted into my touch. His eyes opened just a little and he frowned in confusion. "Kakarrot...?"

"Shh, it's ok," I whispered. He relaxed and drifted off again. I exhaled heavily. He recognized me, even in this state. Kinda surprised that he didn't blow my face off or something. He almost did that the last time I saw him drunk. That was three years ago, but whatever. Time doesn't seem to affect us the same way as it does the others. Me and Vegeta still look Gohan's age.

I stiffened when Vegeta snuggled down and moved closer to me. His chest still rumbled slightly. I was baffled; what in the world had he been drinking that made him this friendly? He was so warm. I found myself stroking his head again, and the purrs grew just a little louder. He looked really happy, and that was the first time I've ever seen it. It was drastically different from his normal frown or sneer. He had real emotions after all...

Eventually I made myself go to bed, but first I found a little blanket and made sure Vegeta was comfortable. When I did lay down and try to sleep, it was harder than normal. I kept thinking about Vegeta laying on my couch. Why in the world had he come here? Why hadn't he gone home? Or had he come from Capsule? It was hard to get a Saiyan as drunk as Vegeta was. Had he done so on purpose?

Too many questions. I was getting a headache.

I must have dozed off at some point, because I woke up and felt the sun on my face. I smiled and stretched with a yawn, then remembered Vegeta. Quickly I got up and headed downstairs. Vegeta was still there, sleeping away. Good. He needed all the rest he could get. I saw Gohan making breakfast and grinned. I loved weekends...

"Think I should make something for Vegeta? He'll likely start waking up as soon as he smells food, although he may not feel like eating." Gohan glanced it at Vegeta.

"I'd make a little something just in case. Even if he's not feeling well he needs to eat a little bit at least," I replied. I took a sip of Gohan's coffee.

"Hey!" Gohan laughed quietly. "Get your own."

"Ya make it too sweet anyway," I snorted, and got a cup of my own. Everyone thinks I'd put a crap ton of sugar and stuff in my coffee, but I like the flavor of the coffee itself. I add a little bit of creamer and that's it.