Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bring Me To Life ❯ Gimme My Cookie!!! ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: Okay, so I am officially going to try and write a Goku/Vegeta Yaoi in which they both stay in character. The operative word is try. Hopefully I don't murder this too much… Seeing as how it's my first yaoi and all. Anyways, hope you like it.

He stared blearily through the beer bottle, wondering just how it had gotten empty. Dammit, now I'm going to have to get another one. "Kak'rot, frow me `nother beer," Vegeta slurred out, followed by a Saiyan-sized belch.

Goku giggled. Yes, that's right, giggled. He had a tendency to get rather giddy when drunk. "Yesshir," he mock saluted, equally as sloshed as the Saiyan prince sitting across from him on the opposite couch. He groped in the cooler for a beer, securing one and tossing it rather shakily to Vegeta. Instead of hitting the older Saiyan's outstretched hand, it hit him straight between the eyes, bouncing off his forehead, and then, fortuitously, ending up in his hand. Wiping the water from his forehead, he attempted to be angry with the dolt for beaning him with the beer, but he'd had too much alcohol to really care at this point. Instead he opted to shoot him a disgusted look, and pull the cap quite easily off the beer.

About 2 years ago, the two remaining full-blooded Saiyans had moved in together in the home Goku used to share with his family. His two sons had long-since grown up and moved out of the house to raise families of their own, and just 5 years ago, Chi-chi had passed on from a massive coronary brought on by hypertension. Bulma had died 2 years before that after contracting a respiratory virus. She had already been weak from old age and smoking, and the toll it took on her immune system was simply too much to handle. The death of their mates was almost too much for the two of them to handle, so they sought out comfort in the only way they knew how: beating the shit out of each other on a daily basis. During the day, they were, for the most part, happy. In the evenings, they would watch TV, play video games, or simply get drunk of their asses. This was definitely one of those times.

To loss, Vegeta mentally toasted before downing the entire beer in one large gulp. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he let out a sigh. Seven years. You'd figure I'd get over her in seven years, wouldn't you? He looked down the neck of the bottle, as if talking to a small person inside there. Goku chose that moment to stumble back into the living room, holding a plate of chocolate chip cookies. When did he get up?... I must be completely shit-faced if I didn't even notice him leave. All rational thought was abandoned when his nose picked up on what "Kakarrot" had brought in with him.

Goku plopped down next to Vegeta, placing the tray of cookies down on the beer-bottle littered coffee table. Before he could even say "dig in", the two Saiyans began demolishing the tasty confections, crumbs flying everywhere. In the end, there was one solitary cookie left on the platter. Drunkenly, they eyed one another, seeing which would move for it first. Finally, Vegeta reached out quickly, bringing his hand in with the cookie held triumphantly in his grasp.

Goku pouted, then had an odd expression of drunken thought, which Vegeta had to stifle a laugh at. Part of the great thing about drinking with Goku was that his expressions were, to the Prince, hilarious. "Um, V-geeta," Goku grinned.

"What iz't, Kak'rot," he growled.

He placed his hand behind his head in typical Son fashion, red tinting his cheeks from the amount of alcohol he'd consumed. Grinning wider, he said, "C'n I pwease have haff yur cookie?"

Vegeta "hmph"-ed. "This'z my cookie, an' I `ntend t'eat all'v it," he slurred, bringing the cookie up to his mouth.

"Okaaay…" Goku tackled him unexpectedly, trying to wrench the cookie from his grasp. They tousled, rolling on the floor, neither of them gaining purchase for very long before the other took control. After a few minutes, Goku landed a solid punch to the jaw, taking the opportunity to grab the cookie from Vegeta's hand.

"GAH! No y'don't, Kak'rot!!!" Vegeta poked him mercilessly in the sides until his grip on the cookie loosened. Goku was a giggling mess and couldn't do anything to stop him before the proud prince shoved the cookie straight into his mouth with a look of arrogant victory plastered over his… plastered features.

Goku growled. You're not getting off that easy! He grabbed Vegeta's jaw, pulling their mouths together hard. Prying the older Saiyan's mouth open with his tongue, he began pulling for the cookie inside, attempting to get it back.

Shocked to the point of disbelief, almost half the cookie was gone before he finally began fighting back for it, the drunkenness allowing him to deny that he was, in fact, kissing his long time rival and drinking partner. In the end, Vegeta and Goku had swallowed just about equal parts of the chocolate chip cookie, but for some reason, neither made an attempt to move. Vegeta slowly closed his mouth, feeling their lips slide against each others' for the first time. They both gasped softly at the sensation. Goku had forgotten what it was he was doing, letting his tongue lick along Vegeta's lips, still tasting the cookie there.

Oh, Gods, Vegeta shuddered. That feels… His eyes snapped open. When Goku opened his own eyes, he was stuck in an imprint of himself in the far wall, wondering what the hell just happened.

Gaining about ten levels of sobriety through that encounter, Vegeta yelled angrily, "If you EVER do ANYTHING like that again, Kakarrot, I swear to whatever supreme being you believe in that I'll break your tail off and tie it around your reason for being called a male so tight that IT falls off TOO!" That said, he turned on his heel and stomped up to his room, slamming the door inordinately hard behind him. Confused and maybe a little bit sad, Goku stumbled out of his hole in the wall and began to clean up the mess in the living room.