Goku X Vegeta Oneshots

"Please Put Some Pants On..."

*Goku and Vegeta are deep in an illegitimate relationship. Although Goku has been divorced, Vegeta still claims ties to Bulma, despite the fact that she's been cheating on him for three years. One night Goku decides to come over after Vegeta texts him that Bulma has left.*

Goku appeared at the front door, knocking softly. Vegeta was likely in the living room or upstairs; if nothing happened then he'd go up to the balcony. But Vegeta did open the door. Goku's eyes bugged. The Saiyan Prince was wearing only a pair of silk boxers and a white, wide-open dress shirt. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Vegeta murmured, brushing back damp hair.

Goku couldn't speak for a moment. "I, uh... Uh, I- You... texted and I figured, uh, you'd want some... company."

Vegeta blinked slowly, like a cat. He sniffed softly and turned away. "Very well." He went back further into the house, hips swaying. Goku's mouth watered and he followed. He just barely remembered to shut the door. From the kitchen he heard, "Want a drink?"

"Sure," he called back. He came in and watched Vegeta go through the fridge, half bent over. Ooh, that was just... That was unfair. Vegeta came back and handed him a beer. He opened it and took a drink while Vegeta went over to the cupboard and, forced to stand on his tiptoes, snagged a half full bottle of vodka.

"So why are you here again?" Vegeta asked. Goku noticed that his tone was slow, deeper than usual. Hmm, where had the rest of that vodka gone? He sat down and crossed his legs, distracting Goku further. Ehhh, Vegeta just looked way too sexy and edible. And maybe if he could get him distracted enough and drunk enough, they could get in bed.

"Um..."

"Ok, first of all, what is your problem? You're completely tongue-tied and you haven't even had a drink." Vegeta looked vaguely annoyed.

Goku squeezed his eyes shut and sighed. "Can you please put some pants on? I literally can't think."

Vegeta chuckled darkly, sitting back and uncrossing his legs. His tail hung loosely off the chair but twitched in amusement. "Here I thought you'd appreciate my lack of clothing." He took a deep drink of the vodka, a single drop running down the side of his mouth. He swiped it away with his tongue. "But I suppose."

Goku was sweating. Vegeta was being intentionally and unfairly sensual. The Prince stood, taking the bottle with him, and headed up the stairs, tail swishing. "Do me a favor and pull out that merlot from the cupboard; I'll need it."

So he did have plans to get wasted. Fabulous. Goku did a little dance and did as Vegeta told him to. Heh, no wonder he'd asked him to do it. Vegeta would have had to fly or find a tall chair to reach it from the top cupboard. Bulma must have been trying to hide it from him. Fail.

Vegeta came back with pants on and an empty bottle. Goku watched as he set it on the counter- next to another empty vodka bottle- and immediately snagged the merlot. *Gotta love Saiyan metabolism.* He popped the cork out with his teeth and sat down again, rubbing his forehead. His eyes were definitely getting shiny, but he still seemed somewhat sober.

"Are you ok?" Goku asked quietly. It had been a long time since he'd seen Vegeta trying to get drunk. Long before they started this. "What's wrong?"

Vegeta's eyes slid over, then away. "Sometimes a soldier just needs to forget about the wars he's fought in."

Goku's heart ached with pity. So the same reason as last time. Finally fed up with the nightmares every night and trying to drown himself. This time was different though. Now that they were kind of together, Vegeta would, like last time, get mad at him for no reason, but unlike last time, they'd likely end up having very angry sex.