"Believe what you want. I don't care," Vegeta answered instead. Moving past Goku he sat down on the ancient urn near the fire and looked longingly at the roasted 200 pound fish sizzling there.
"I always feel better after I have something to eat," Goku said, pulling the fish off the fire. He held the large pole headfirst towards the startled prince. Grumbling Vegeta reached out and grabbed a piece of the flesh, ripping it from the bones. Sullenly he munched on the roasted fish while Son Goku shared it with him. They tore off great chunks, stuffing their faces and trying to avoid looking at one another awkwardly. Still Vegeta felt far safer here then back home.
"Humph, passable I suppose," Vegeta answered. "But knowing your appetite you'll be bitching you're hungry."
"Well I am, but you needed it more then me," said Goku. "If you wanna wait here I can..."
"I'm perfectly capable of hunting for myself, Kakkarot!" Vegeta snapped. Goku rubbed the back of his neck and decided it was best not to argue. So he simply followed after Vegeta as the Saiyan Prince rocketed into the deep woods to hunt breakfast for both of them. When Vegeta was ready he would talk. A fond gladness warmed the chills in Vegeta's being, sensing Goku flying after him. They would have much to discuss, but only on the Prince's terms.
Eventually Vegeta landed. But he wasn't chasing after anything by the time Son Goku caught up with him. Rather the Prince was staring off into the distance, his hands at his sides. Every muscle in Vegeta's back tensed, but the Prince did not move. Rather his eyes squeezed shut, and Son Goku walked up to rest a hand on his shoulder.
"Vegeta?" he asked.
"Surprised?" Vegeta answered in a low voice of defeat.
"She didn't throw you out?" Goku asked quietly. He squeezed Vegeta's shoulder tightly, and the Prince did not shrug him away. Rather the muscles in Vegeta's shoulder twitched and the Prince continued to look away. Son Goku moved around to stand in front of the Prince, resting his hand on Vegeta's shoulder's. The Prince stared past him, not meeting his gaze.
"It is not your affair, third class," Vegeta answered suddenly.
"Maybe it IS," Goku snorted. "You're pissed off."
"I don't TALK and unload my FEELINGS like you weakling humans do," Vegeta spat the words like poison. Son Goku dropped to one knee in front of the Prince, every instinct wanting to do what it could to stop Vegeta from exploding in rage or bursting into tears.
"Then what do Saiyans do?" Goku asked quietly.
"Beat weak emotions into submission, what else?" Vegeta answered.
"Vegeta," Goku said. Sighing he wrapped his arms around Vegeta's waist and then pressed his cheek to the Prince's abdomen. Vegeta flinched at the sudden physical contact.
"Let go of me, fool!" Vegeta answered.
"No," Goku answered, squeezing the Prince tighter to him. "Time for fighting later."
"Damn you, Kakkarot," whispered Vegeta, glancing down at the muscular arms wrapping around his waist. He felt the warmth of Son Goku's cheek nuzzling his hard stomach, combined with the soft motion of Son Goku's hands on the small of his back. They kneaded and rubbed with comforting strokes, while the spiky forest of hair tickled Vegeta's chin and nose.
"I'm not letting you go," Son Goku answered. "Not till you tell me what's going on."
"You stupid fool," Vegeta gritted his teeth. Every impulse to push Son Goku away vanished in the warmth of the other Saiyan so close to him. The need for physical comfort outweighed pride and Vegeta rested his hands on Goku's shoulders stiffly. He made no move to return the affection, yet did not push away Goku's comforting embrace either.
