"I also command you, since you saw fit to reveal what happened facing that bloated bag of mutated crap... what you would have done acting on your impulses, then and there, Kakkarot?" Vegeta suddenly suggested.
"What?" Goku blinked.
"It's a royal order," Vegeta snickered, a lascivious glint in his eyes. It was for the benefit of misdirecting Goku's attention from feeling sorry for himself. Perhaps it was selfish, but Goku thanked Vegeta for it, and felt no shame in what he was about to admit.
"What would you have done?" Vegeta queried, sapphire gaze piercing and bright, a hue just like sky after the newly set sun. Indeed the lengthening shadows were fading into early nighttime, with the warmth of the sun fast fading. Only the residual rays remained, intensifying into amber the identical shade of Goku's eyes in SS4 form. Intriguingly Son Goku elected to remain unpowered before the Prince's ultimate form. The prince sought to recapture the mood spoiled by Goten and Trunks untimely arrival.
Whether he was successful or not would depend on Goku's response. Fortunately, the taller Saiyan continued to weave his seductive spell through the curling and unfurling of his crimson tail, and a toss of his sable clad hair spilling over one shoulder. Hard muscles tensed, adding to the overall intensity that would not be denied.
"Tell me," he rumbled. Bending one knee Son Goku genuflected before him, not wishing to break his dark eyed gaze for a second. In ebony depths, Vegeta saw the resolution harden along with the set of Goku's youthful jaw.
"You seemed so broken, so miserable. I hated seeing you always pushing help away. So stubborn all the time," Goku tossed his head, retaining a small smile. "I guessed I never realized how much I even missed you complaining about everything."
"Go on," Vegeta encouraged.
Extending his large hand, Goku brushed his long fingers over the fur on the side of Vegeta's chest then glided his hand up bare tanned skin. The Prince locked into a rigid pose, only the brief flutter of his Adam's apple betraying how much Goku's feather touches affected him. "All that pride, even when you were broken and battered. I just wanted to reach out and try to help you. But you always bit my head off, Vegeta. I never thought I'd see the day when you'd let me in."
"Let you in? Rather seductive talk, third class," Vegeta chortled, his voice rough and deepening with increasing arousal. Goku's hand stopped on his chest, and the Prince clasped his gloved hand overtop. Despite the difference in height, their hands were the same size, except Vegeta's palm was a bit narrower, and his fingers slightly shorter. However, the viselike grip squeezed tightly against Goku's flattened hand.
Something tingled in the base of Goku's spine and he could swear he saw movement out of the corner of one eye. Diverting his gaze from Vegeta's, he suddenly caught sight of something fluffy and brown dip out of site. His eyes widened to a boyish roundness, indicating the shock of realization. His lips opened to reveal strong sharp teeth, breath rapidly catching. "My... my tail? But that's supposed to go away when I..."
"Idiot," Vegeta uttered, filling the insult thickly with affection. "Now, you were saying. What would you have done to me in that mountain of needles, eh?"
"I... I wanted to get close. To reach out and somehow... comfort you somehow. Even if you'd think it was sentimental and foolish. A pat on the back, a hug... something," Goku confessed. The innocence in his face melted into concern, equally pure and selfless for Vegeta's welfare.
"You were right. Sentimental foolishness," Vegeta tossed his head. "I'd have pushed you away... unless you had something more serious in mind."
"You mean like grabbing you and... pulling you down?" Goku asked. Snatching hold of Vegeta's hand, he gave a tug. The Prince surprisingly allowed this, until he too mirrored Goku's pose, one leather clad knee bent opposite and brushing Goku's. Still holding hands, Vegeta waited in anticipation to see Goku's left hand gliding towards his face. Instead of cupping it he diverted to squeeze Vegeta's furred shoulder, adding a slight soothing rub that only Saiyan fingers could apply enough pressure to release the tension in titanium muscles.
