Maybe, he'll witness a side of the man he really was, instead of the baka he portrayed himself to be. Though, Vegeta was still unnerved at the possibility. Like... what if this side of Kakarrotto'e personal was more intimidating than his more gentler side?

Still, he exhibited a thrill at the prospect, as his saiyan blood hummed in his ears by the challenge, until an image of the icling's child cruel white face came to his mind to remind him of the dangers in that. Vegeta forced himself to relax, before turning to face the uninvited saiyan, trying to wipe the uneasiness from his sharp features.

To fuel his next move towards his rival, Vegeta remembered the request he deliberately told his wife to tell anyone whom seek him and used that as an excuse for his erupting temper.

Rage took its proper place and blocked the jumpiness he felt inside, "What the HELL do you think you are doing, here!?," he fumed, hoping his face hadn't turned red. Vegeta still wanted the illusion of calamity even if the cards were stacked against him and in his rival's favor. He'd rather blast the insolent fool to smitherens but decided against it, until he expressed his *feelings*

"I asked to be left alone, Kakarrotto," he quipped, satisfied that there was a biting sting to his words. Kami, if his voice quivered he'd fucking kick himself even if the baka was here. ' sighed Vegeta mentally,'Good. Attention caught. Only Kakarrotto would come when I wish to be left alone. Why is that? Bulma even let me be. Not even complaining once when I told her that I may be gone for a week or so.

Vegeta's brow quirked up as he contemplated with himself. I told the baka how much I despised his company yet he keeps coming back for more! Fucking low-class clown... Che. Only two more days and I would of been back home. Figures Kakarrotto would ruin that. He always ruins something, intentionally or unintentionally he wasn't so sure..

The younger bouncier saiyan, paused, as in thought. He tilted his head to the side, rubbing his chin, eyes blank. After a moment; his head snapped up, a gentle predator smile smacked on his full lips.

The irate prince shivered at the intensity and cursed himself mentally. He wondered why his body was betrayed him. He caught those onyx orbs staring hungrily at him, startling him in alarm.

What the fuck?! he cursed. Vegeta froze when he finally recognized the wild look in the usual calm yet energetic happy go-getter warrior's eyes.

Shit! Fucking shit!

Goku's eye's sparkled dreamily, the wildness clamped down for a moment, "Can I share something with you..."

"What?," the irate prince gratted out between clenched teeth. He calmed his breathing, taking in deep breathes and exhaling through his nostrils breathly. Fear overwhelmed him and it wasn't something you show your hated enemy and he'd shown Kakarrotto it too many times to count. It made him hate the man even more! Though, he felt he'd humor the fool for once with actually hearing him out.

"What would you like to share, Kakarroto?" the prince asked cautiously, trying not to portray that he felt like he was walking on eggshells around the man. He still did not know what to expect from the simple man. His younger comrade was unpredictable beyond belief and it was better to be safe than sorry. So that is why he still worded his reply carefully. Making sure to keep any traces of mockery out. Even if he were tempted, otherwise.

"I..." Onyx depth's swirled in a mixture of emotions that Vegeta found to quick to follow. Maybe I shouldn't do this? I did disturb Vegeta. But for once I want to lose control and just do something that I would normally not do "I...," the brawny warrior dipped his head down, chin brushing against his naked chest. Kami, I hope he won't hate me after this...

Hmmm...Kakarrotto only dips his chin down whenever he's set for a battle or when he's hiding a secret that he alone only knows. I myself isn't sure which to expect. I'll find out soon, enough. thought Vegeta sourly.

"I've always wanted to do this," the determined yet shy warrior quickly let out as he raised his ki a bit for speed.

The prince crouched low, falling to defense. His heart thundered in his ribcage, as he deepened his growl. He clenched and unclenched his gloved fist, drawling blood as his scowl dominated his features.

Goku closed the distance between Vegeta and himself. Dodging a flying fist aimed for his head, Goku grinned and pecked the battle ready prince, lightly on his cheek, before retreating.

What the fuck?! Vegeta's whole body relaxed, all tension gone.

Goku stepped back, straightening. He dared not look at his prince. His hand mechanically came up to where his lips were. The calloused surface of his padded finger came down and touched his lower lip, where moisture remained from his brief interlope with the older saiyan. Wow. Vegeta's skin's so soft, silky! He smelt good too!

His hand fell down to his sides and he took a whuff of the air around him. To his delight, the scent he smelled on Vegeta earlier still lingered. Like pine and spice... He frowned to himself, realizing something. I better IM out before he blast me with his Final Flash! I can now feel the difference. Imagining and doing are two separate entities in their own. When I imagined kissing Vegeta, I felt a warm tingly feeling inside my heart but when I did it, I felt the sudden chillness of uncertainty of the future.

Tracing his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, Goku wanted to savoir his chaste moment more but wouldn't dare risk it again.

Vegeta did tastes more better than Chi Chi! Goku tensed. I hope Vegeta doesn't tell my wife or I am a dead-man! Super Saiyan or not, I won't stand a chance with her temper and that frying pan she hides!'

"Ka...kaka..rrotto, " a thick deep voice stammered out in the eerie night as the prince touched his cheek. 'The baka just fucking kissed me!?'

Goku's eyes widened considerably realizing how much trouble he was in. 'Time to split. Sorry Vegeta. Sorry Chi Chi' With that said telepathically, the younger warrior knew it was time to high tail out of there.

"Um...bye!" Goku waved happily. Before Vegeta could utter a word, he rose his two fingers to his forehead and disappeared.

When he did, Goku missed the deep crimson blush that painted across the older saiyan's pale cheeks. He would of saw it, if he hadn't phased out a mere second before he did.