Goku X Vegeta Oneshots

A Short Workout

"9,997, 9,998, 9,999. 10,000." Goku exhaled as he finished his two hour long warm-up. Sweat coated his forearms and back as his arms wobbled beside his mate's head, but not from exhaustion.

"You know, you aren't being a very good training partner." Goku stated. The shorter was dressed in short tight gym shorts and a tank top that stopped well above his belly button. It was distracting, indeed.

"It's not my fault you're sensitive." The prince retorted with a half lidded smile. Small fingers again found their way up and down a chiseled chest until he heard a slight gasp above him.

"Stop that." He growled, but Vegeta just continued and smiled all the more.

"Stop what?" The taller merely rolled his eyes.

"Stop with your teasing. If this situation was reversed you wouldn't like it. I advise you to stop if you enjoy the feeling in your legs. That's my last time telling you."

Oh.

Vegeta shivered and dropped his hand down almost instantly. It was Goku's turn to smirk.

"Yeah... That's what I thought."