Goku X Vegeta Oneshots

Fever Dream

Goku's phone started ringing. The Saiyan jerked awake and fumbled for the device blearily. He didn't even look at the caller ID before answering. "Uh, hello?"

"Goku, sweetheart, I'm sorry if I woke you up, but I need your help." It was Bulma, and she sounded worried. "Vegeta's pretty sick. He keeps asking for you; not sure why."

Goku checked the time. It was three thirty. In the morning. Why...? He sighed and nodded despite the fact he knew she couldn't see. "Yeah. I'll be over in just a few. Tell him I'm coming." Why in the world was Vegeta asking for him? He hoped that the Prince wasn't considering fighting him. If he was as sick as Bulma implied, then he wasn't going to even think about fighting him. He hung up and hurriedly got dressed. Once he'd thrown on his gi and boots, he set his fingers to his forehead and teleported to Capsule Corps.

Bulma and Vegeta were in the living room. The Prince lay sprawled on the couch. His face seemed flushed, and Goku could see a sheen of sweat over his skin. A trash can sat conspicuously nearby. Goku looked pityingly at his friend. "Aw, man. You're not looking so good, Vegeta."

Vegeta raised his head at the sound of Goku's voice. He released a soft, relieved groan and let his head flop down again. He mumbled under his breath; Bulma shrugged when Goku gave her a strange look.

"He was running nearly a hundred and seven earlier," Bulma said. "Poor baby." She ran her hand over his wet forehead and damp hair. "At least you guys can take higher internal temperatures than humans. He'd probably be frying right now."

Goku came over and sat down by Vegeta's feet. He leaned back, and although the Prince whimpered confusedly at the sudden weight on his legs, Goku hushed him gently. "It's just me, buddy. Damn, you must be really sick." He rubbed Vegeta's leg and closed his eyes. He was tired. He hated being woken up if he was sleeping pretty deeply; it always left him groggy for the rest of the day.

Vegeta twitched and shifted. His occasional, pleading whine was pathetic. It tore Goku apart to see his friend this miserable. He resumed rubbing the other man's leg, and it seemed to help quiet him. At some point, Bulma whispered that she'd be right back and slipped away quietly. The minute she did, Vegeta looked over at Goku. "Ok, so you're actually here," he mumbled. "Thought I was hallucinating."

"With how hot you are right now, I wouldn't really be too surprised," Goku replied.

"I'm hot?" Vegeta grinned suggestively.

Goku's face flushed. "Uh- uh- what? I- Your temperature. You're like a hundred and seven, Vegeta." What had Vegeta been thinking?

Vegeta relaxed again with a weak laugh. He did sound kind of delirious in Goku's opinion. Shakily he wiped sweat off his face. "Oh, gods, haha. I haven't been this sick in years. I can't even get up without making out with the floor."

"That sucks," Goku said. Vegeta was definitely more talkative when he was feverish. It was... It was pretty cute. "Do you want anything to eat or drink?"

Vegeta shook his head. "Nah. Can't keep anything down for more than ten minutes. I was ok until about eleven last night, then I starting throwing up, and Bulma checked my temperature. I was, yeah, around a hundred and seven. So she moved me in here, tried to give me some medicine. That didn't go well."

"I'm sorry, buddy." Goku's hand went back to rubbing the side of Vegeta's leg. On any other day, the Prince would likely smack his hand away at least, and at worst he'd try to punch him. But not today. Vegeta seemed to appreciate the comfort. "I hope you get better soon so we can spar."

"Me too," Vegeta grunted. "I don't want you to get this either. This sucks, Kakarrot, almost as much as I do."

"You don't suck!" Goku gasped.

"I suck at everything, Kakarrot. I'm a shitty dad, a nonexistent husband, and I can't even hold a candle to you in a fight." He rubbed his forehead tiredly. "Only fucking thing I can do right is cook. Aw, shit, wait, forget I said that."

Goku's eyes lit up. "You can cook!? I didn't know that."

"This is why I don't tell you anything," Vegeta sighed. "Makes me look even worse than I already do."

"Ok, listen, Vegeta. Cooking is an amazing skill to have."

"Only because it means you'll be coming over here to bug my ass until I feed you." Vegeta laughed. "I can use that as a bribe. You spar with me, I feed you. We don't get enough chances to do that."

Goku took a chance and laid down across Vegeta's legs. Not only did Vegeta permit it, he shifted so that Goku would be a little more comfortable. They didn't say anything for a long time, not until Vegeta's hands hesitantly moved to brush lightly through his hair. "I'm sorry for being weird," Vegeta murmured. "I... I just really like physical contact when I'm hurt or sick, and you're the only one here right now that I'd want to interact with."

"I don't mind." Goku smiled up at his friend and moved his head more into his touch. "I like it. A lot, actually." Thinking that Vegeta might feel better with actual cuddling than just him laying on his legs, Goku sat up and picked Vegeta up gently, laying down again and setting the Prince on top of him. "There we go. Better?"

Vegeta actually purred faintly. He relaxed into Goku's warmth, and now Goku pet his hair. Vegeta's face was so hot; it was definitely worrisome. Vegeta gradually moved so that he and Goku were laying chest to chest, their faces really close. Goku could feel Vegeta's heart pounding hard, and he was positive that Vegeta could hear his too. Vegeta's hands slid through his hair, anchoring his head in one place. Is this really happening? Goku thought. Does it take delirium to finally get him to admit this? "Vegeta..." he breathed. "You're gonna get me sick."

"Hush, you won't mind," Vegeta replied. He angled Goku's chin just enough to catch his bottom lip with his teeth, then put his entire mouth over Goku's and kissed him softly. Goku inhaled deeply and returned the kiss without hesitation. Vegeta clung to his hair a little roughly, obviously trying to be the one in control.

Goku wasn't gonna have any of that.

His hands ran smoothly down Vegeta's sides, appreciating the rippling muscles in his back, before landing firmly on his ass and squeezing. Vegeta gasped a little, turning his head to see what was going on. He turned back to Goku and started to speak, but was cut off by the younger Saiyan kissing him possessively. They held onto each other tightly, too lost in each other to see Bulma watching, grinning with her hands over her mouth in the doorway. She slipped away a few moments later.

~Timeskip brought to You by Another Quiet Apology...~

Vegeta rubbed Goku's back comfortingly as the younger Saiyan heaved emptily into the toilet. "I'm sorry I got you sick, Kaka," he chuckled, not sounding the least bit sorry. Goku said nothing, just focused on his breathing. "You're gonna get hungry, but I promise it's better if you don't eat. You don't feel as sick."

"Ok," Goku whispered. He sat back, and Vegeta reached over and flushed the toilet. "Can't believe you got me sick, you big dork."

"You had fun and you know it. Think about how I felt. I was sick when we did it. I'm shocked I didn't start gagging when I sucked your-"

"Ok, ok, I get it," Goku laughed weakly, pushing his sweaty hair back. "Nerd."

"Baka."