Goku X Vegeta Oneshots

Just A Massage

*Just a quick little thing based on part of a roleplay with a good buddy of mine!*

Vegeta rolled his aching shoulder, wincing when the joint made a grinding sound. "Aah... Tch." He shouldn't have let Goku twist his arm like that during their spar; his rival had no idea of the lingering injury that Eighteen had dealt on him... gods, years ago.

"Hey. You ok, Geta?" Speak of the devil. Goku came up beside him and reached for his shoulder. Vegeta unconsciously flinched away from the touch. "Did I hurt you? I'm so-"

"I'm fine, Kakarrot, as if you could hurt me," Vegeta snapped. His shoulder throbbed, and he failed to hide the grimace of pain that followed. He started walking away, only to have that shoulder grabbed. He cried out, weakly trying to pull away. "You son of a bitch, let go!"

"You are hurt," Goku said firmly. He steered Vegeta towards his room. "Come on. I have an idea that might help it feel better."

"What are you doing, Kakarrot?" Vegeta tried to pull away, only to yelp at the strain on his shoulder.

"Quit fightin' me, Vegeta. You're just gonna hurt yourself." Goku made him sit down on the bed. "Lay down. On your stomach."

Vegeta sputtered. "The hell I'm doing that!"

Goku, refusing to deal with his friend's bullshit, pushed Vegeta down yet again. Vegeta finally stopped struggling and huffed angrily. "Just relax, Vegeta; hopefully this'll feel really good." He gripped Vegeta's shoulders lightly and began to knead the muscles, starting off slow and gentle, but occasionally pressing in harder to work out a stiff spot.

Vegeta, who had never received a massage in his life, could not deny that it felt amazing. He closed his eyes, feeling a purr rumble slightly in his chest. Goku's big, warm hands worked slowly down his back. When the younger Saiyan loosened a particularly sore muscle about halfway down his spine, Vegeta arched his back inward just a little and his whole spine cracked bottom to top.

Vegeta's pleased sigh and sudden relaxation made Goku's day. He'd heard the rippling crack and knew that it had to have felt good. The Prince began to purr much louder than before when Goku continued to massage. Not paying attention to where his hands moved, Goku shifted his hands to the base of Vegeta's spine, brushing unknowingly against his tail scar.

Vegeta tried not to squirm, hating how fucking good that just felt. He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes closed when the spot was ever so gently rubbed again. When Goku set the heel of his hand against his spine- halfway over the scar- and pressed down very firmly, pushing back up, Vegeta very nearly moaned aloud. Gods, was he doing this on purpose? If so, he was doing a damn good job. Vegeta buried his face in the mattress and groaned softly, praying that Goku wouldn't hear.

He did.

Goku paused upon hearing the muffled sound. He repeated the movement and was rewarded with the same noise, just as quiet as before. That definitely wasn't pain. Goku's heart pounded. Oh. His scar. Of course it would be sensitive even after all these years, but he hadn't realized that pleasure could be derived from it. Wanting Vegeta to be as relaxed and comfortable as possible, he continued to rub and push down in that area. There was a lot of tension in his lower back. No wonder he hurt all the damn time.

Vegeta was just about in heaven right then. "Right there..." he mumbled, his hips arching up at Goku's gentle touch. Gods, the baka had talented hands. He squeezed his eyes shut, then every muscle in his body went limp as Goku fully rubbed the scar. His knotted tongue managed to let him speak somewhat coherently. "Fuck yes, yes yes yes, right there..."

"That feels good?"

No fucking duh. He nodded quickly, totally failing to process the deepened tone of Goku's voice. He was too lost in the growing lust bubbling in his stomach. "Fuck..."