Goku X Vegeta Oneshots

No Longer Alone

*A happy couple for three years now, Goku and Vegeta are comfortably lodged in Bulma's home, despite her playful jeering that they need to get their own house so she doesn't have to deal with their noisiness in the middle of the night. But after one of those noisy nights, something strange begins to happen.*

Vegeta was sleeping rather soundly when something randomly jerked him out of sleep. He sat up, messing with his hair. He glanced at Goku. The other man was still asleep. Vegeta frowned, baffled. "Four two zero..." he muttered. "What does that mean? It's-..." He swung his legs out over the edge of the bed.

This woke Goku. "Mm? Vegeta? Whatcha doing, baby?"

"Four two zero," he repeated. "Kakarrot, what does that mean?"

Goku chuckled softly and rolled over to face his mate. "Well it might mean something really big to you that I don't get, but here, that's national weed day."

Vegeta rolled his eyes, although he had to laugh. "No," he said, becoming serious again. "No, this is... This is important. It's..." His eyes widened in realization, and his hands tightly gripped the sheets. "Die vierhundert zwanzig." He shot out of bed and raced out of their room.

Goku sputtered in confusion. He groggily got up and followed. "Vegeta! What's going on? Get back here." He groaned. One night of peace and quiet. One night of sleep. Was that too much to ask for? He tracked Vegeta to Communications. "The...? Vegeta, what're you doing in here?"

Vegeta slipped on one of the headsets, listening intently. Slowly he adjusted the signal. Mostly static ran over the comm waves. He held the tab down and spoke into the mike. "Vierhundert zwanzig, wir sind Meister drei. Gebt es in? Wiederholen, vierhundert zwanzig, wir sind Meister drei. Gebt es in?" *Four hundred twenty, we are master three. Come in? Repeat, four hundred twenty, we are master three. Come in?*

Goku looked oddly at Vegeta. "Satan?"

Vegeta tossed him a dirty look over his shoulder and pulsed through the various signals again. "Come on... Come on. I know I heard something!" He ripped off the headphones. He rubbed his face angrily and put them back on.

"Hang on, hang on," Goku said. "Ok, first of all, what the hell were you saying? Is that our language? Who are you trying to get in contact with?"

Vegeta sat down heavily in a swivel chair, spinning slightly as he tried to calm himself. "Yes, that's our mother tongue, Kakarrot. I was trying to talk to a group known as the four twenty. They were a battalion of Saiyans who supposedly were not on Vegeta-sei when Frieza destroyed it."

Goku popped his hands over his mouth. "Oh, my God," he gasped. "Ya mean we might not be alone?"

"I had this dream," Vegeta said. "They were trying to contact someone- anyone. I don't know what that means. It might be a figment of my imagination or it-"

"Meist- --- sind vierhun--- zwanzig! Wirklich si-- ihr Meister drei!?"

Vegeta fell out of the chair and scrambled back to the headset. "Wir sind Meister drei! Wer ist Kommandant?" *We are master three! Who is commanding officer?*

"Ich heisse --ta!" *I am -*

"Wiederholen, bitte. Wiederholen?" *Repeat, please. Repeat?*

"-- heisse Tonta! Sprache ich zu Prince Vegeta!?" *-- am Tonta! Am I speaking to Prince Vegeta!?*

"Ja!" Vegeta waved wildly at Goku, eyes shining with disbelief and joy. "Der Mond hat uns wiedervereinigten!" *Yes! The moon has reunited us!*