Goku X Vegeta Oneshots

His First Winter

Vegeta stared in awe, disgust, and horror as the white death floated down from the skies like ash. He was wrapped up in a blanket and standing by the window. It was so cold out there that he could feel the chill from inside. How did Goku stand it? He was out there playing in it with only jeans and a fluffy sweater. He was in the living room with the fireplace almost in icy tears from the cold, wrapped up in three blankets, three sweaters, two pair of fur leggings, a pair of jeans, four pair of socks, and two pairs of fluffy boots.

Goku came inside, rosy cheeked and grinning. Vegeta hissed at the cold air that came blasting in with him. "Agh! Kakarrot, you baka! Shut the door! I'm freezing the way it is!"

"Aw, how? It's so nice outside. Why are you all...?" He cocked his head curiously. "Babe, why are you all bundled up?"

"Because," he hissed, "I am used to a desert environment. Not this fucking white nightmare."

Goku smiled down at his angry little boyfriend. Vegeta had only been living on Earth for... seven months now? and this was his very first winter. He didn't like it very much it seemed. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'll get changed and make us some hot cocoa, ok? Give me just a minute." He went back into the bedroom and started changing. He noticed that he had been followed. "Whatcha doing there, Vegeta?"

"I'm watching my beautiful boyfriend get rid of his clothes," Vegeta purred, then laughed softly. "I just feel clingy and obsessive. Leave me to it, will you?"

"Whatever." Goku pulled off the sweater and his t-shirt. Unconsciously Vegeta sighed and glanced his tongue over his lips. "Stop, Vegeta. Gods, you smell horny."

"I can't help that you make me feel that way," Vegeta replied. "We're caught up in the hurricane of a passionate romance. What other emotions am I supposed to feel?" He crept over and sat on the bed, watching as Goku pulled away his pants and began to search for clean clothes. "I just did laundry yesterday; where are they all?"

Goku tossed a glare at the wickedly smirking Saiyan. "Vegeta, did you hide all my clothes while I was outside?"

"Ok, listen, Kakarrot. I'm not the one stealing your socks. Trolls do that. But they only seem to steal the left ones," he mused. "What's with that?"

Goku came over and pinned a suddenly spooked Vegeta to the bed by his shoulders. He set his forehead against Vegeta's. "Where. Are. My. Clothes."

Vegeta tilted his chin and kissed him. Goku inhaled sharply, then slowly sank into the kiss, melting against Vegeta's sweet warmth. The Prince chuckled, his tail rubbing against Goku's dick. Goku groaned softly and bit the other's lip. Vegeta pulled him closer. "You're not going to want them," Vegeta breathed.

"But don't you want that hot chocolate?" Goku whispered, licking his neck.

Vegeta arched up against him. "It can wait."

"No, it can't." Goku kissed his neck and stood up. "I, for one, don't think it's that cold. If you want to torment yourself by watching me go around the house practically naked, be my guest."

"Mmm, I can deal with that," Vegeta hissed, tail flipping contentedly. "I could look at you all day. Might have to jerk off once or twice, but hey." He followed Goku into the kitchen.

Goku tried not to do anything particularly unlike normal, but Vegeta was still basically in a puddle of drool just by watching him make fucking hot cocoa. "What is wrong with you today? Ever since this morning you've been looking at me like I'm a Thanksgiving turkey."

"I have no idea what that means but you're probably right," Vegeta replied, eyes locked onto Goku's ass. "Can I fuck you?"

"Uh, not right now?" Goku laughed a bit nervously. "I thought that was my thing."