Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ To Begin Again ❯ Just_A_Friendly_Day Out_ ( Chapter 2 )

To Begin Again, Part 2: Just A Friendly Day Out

Disclaimer: I am not Akira Toriyama. So that means I don't own Dragonball Z!

*Desert Village Home Of Uub*

Meanwhile; Gohan is flying out to the village where his father has been training Uub. When he gets there, he can't find his dad anywhere. Gohan starts to look around the village to find someone who might be able to help him. He soon finds Uub. They begin a congenial conversation.

"Hey Uub! Have you seen my dad lately? Know where he might be?" Gohan asked the younger man.

Uub didn't have a clue where Goku could be. "I thought Goku might have gone back to Satan City for Miss Brief's wedding."

Gohan sighed. Then he thought to search for his father's ki signature. Gohan soon found it in the mountains near where his father grew up. He then started to fly in that direction.

*Mountains Near Goku's Childhood Home*

Less than an hour later he found his dad. Goku didn't look so well. It seamed as if he hadn't been sleeping well or eating his usual mountain of food.

"Dad? Did you forget that today was the fitting for the tuxes?" Gohan softly asked his father.

"No. I didn't forget it was today. I don't think I'll be going today. Or to the wedding." Goku stated with little of his usual jovial self.

Gohan was floored. Bulma was his oldest and longest friend. "But Dad! Bulma and Piccolo are counting on you being there!" He exclaimed.

Goku, not having a clue that Piccolo was the groom, asked his eldest son, "Why would Piccolo care if I was there?"

"Honestly, Dad. Don't you know?"

"Hmm no! I don't know why!" This was the first time Gohan ever heard his dad talk like this.

"Well, because Piccolo's the groom! That's why he would care if you were there or not." Gohan was starting to yell right back at his dad. He could get so exasperated at his father's density.

Goku could only blink as he asked, "Piccolo is the groom?"

"Didn't anybody tell you?" His father answered with a shake of his head. "Yes, Dad. Piccolo is the groom. He and Bulma are getting married in two months. And you're needed at the tailor; so am I! I'm the best man. Vegeta will be pissed if we're late. He's buying the suits for us."

Goku suddenly felt as if the entire world went from deep dark gray to a radiant splendor. "Bulma's marring Piccolo? Bulma is marring Piccolo!" He started to laugh. It felt like ages.

Gohan was a little worried about his dad, "Who did you think she was marrying?"

Goku decided to ignore his son. He didn't want to answer that question. His brilliant son would figure out how he felt for Vegeta. "Come on! Let's go!" He was about to fly off when Gohan stopped him.

"Dad! You can't go looking like that! You smell bad, too!"

Goku was wearing his customary orange and blue training gi. It was ripped in multiple places and there were sweat stains under the arms. Dirt was crusted in scattered patches. He had worn it since he left the village on Sunday. Only taking it off to bathe himself and wash it. He did his trademark hand behind the head sheepish gesture and goofy grin. "Oops! Guess I should change, huh?"

"You need a shower too, dad. Can you teleport us to my house? While you wash up, I'll find you something to wear." Gohan got one of his good ideas at the right time.

"Ok." Then with a mental lock on his son's home; Goku grabbed Gohan's arm and Instant Transmitted them there.

*Back at the Tailor's*

Goten has his hot flushed face pressed against the cool mirror in the changing room. Trunks has his arms wrapped around his lover. He leans against Goten's back while trying to catch his breath. They had both just reached climax minutes ago.

"When are we going to tell them, Trunks? I can't stand hiding our relationship much more. It seems so wrong to keep it a secret." Goten has again brought up the sore topic.

Trunks, knowing how his koi felt, closes his eyes as he knew they might have another argument. "I know Goten. But you know how your mom will be about it. And let's not forget my dad. The way he feels about your dad; he may not be so happy either. Maybe after my mom's wedding we can tell them."

"But how soon after the wedding? An hour, a day, a week or maybe a month? We've been together for over ten tears. Someone is bound to find out sooner or later. I'd rather we tell them first." Goten was getting close to tears as he thought of the sensitive situation they were in. He hated of how they kept up appearances by dating girls when they wanted to solely be together.

"Goten? Goten, please don't cry. I promise we'll tell them right after the wedding. I want our families and friends to know we love each other. And I want them to know that I want to marry you." Trunks hugged a tearing Goten tighter to him.

"Really, Trunks? You want to marry me? You never brought that up before." He could hardly believe what he just heard. Goten turned his head around just enough to look into his lover's eyes.

Trunks stared into two limpid ebon eyes as he avowed, "Yes, Goten. I want you to marry me. Will you wed with me?" He smiled at his choice of words as he proposed.

"Yes. Oh yes, Trunks. What a way to propose you know. With the guys looking at clothes in the store." He started to giggle softly. Trunks could always make him feel better when he would get depressed.

Then a voice came from outside the door. "Or Trunks' father just outside the door."

*Confusion & Some Fatherly Advice*

At the sound of Vegeta's voice the two men shared a horrified glance in the mirror. They scrambled to get their clothes back on and straightened out themselves. When they were done, Trunks opened the door to the dressing room. His father walked in to give them both a hard stare.

"Dad. Please listen before you start yelling. I love Goten. And nothing you could say will change that." Trunks panicked; but he was firm in his feelings for his best friend and lover.

"Don't you think I know all about that? I've known you two were involved since you came back from that camping trip to Jero's lab." Vegeta had been keeping a watch on the door outside. Ready to call away any of the others who might walk near by.

His acute Saiyajin hearing had picked up on what they were doing together. He could tell Piccolo could hear them as well. He was smart enough not to comment on it when Vegeta gave him a cold look in warning. Vegeta had then slowly made his way toward the small nook. When he heard their conversation he decided it was time they had a little talk. He wanted both his children to be with people that deserved them and that would love them fully. His son being in love with his rival's youngest boy didn't bother him at all. In fact he was a little jealous that his eldest was with the Son clan member he loved; while Vegeta would never deserve to be with the one he wanted.

"Dad? Are you serious? You've known about us all these years? But how?" Trunks was dazed by this news. Goten wasn't better off.

"When you came home you smelled of sex and Goten. It was simple to figure it out. Hell, I knew you two would be together since you both were brats. It was only a matter of time." Vegeta took a pause for air then he began to ask, "Why haven't you two said anything to anybody? Ten years is a long time to keep this a secret."

The young lovers shared a look as Goten began to blush. Apparently Vegeta heard them making love. He was glad he stuffed his shirt in his mouth. Trunks could get him to make all kinds of noises.

"You heard us dad? Heard us talking? Then you know why we've kept our relationship a secret. Aren't you mad about us being together?" Trunks was really embarrassed that his dad heard them.

"Did it sound like I was mad?" Vegeta countered with his own question.

Goten looked at his lover for the go ahead to answer. Trunks nodded at the unasked query. Goten sighed before he began to explain to the father of his lover. "It's just that we're afraid of how everyone would react. My mom would probably faint into a coma. (Vegeta had to snort at this) She wants more grand kids and me with a man isn't going to get her any. (Vegeta raised a brow at that) And you're not the easiest to talk to. Since you don't like my dad much; we worried you wouldn't like us being together."

'If only they knew my true feelings for Kakarot; they'd be surprised' Vegeta had thought to himself. 'The banshie would faint. Damn, that's a funny picture. And kids? Hmm.. I wonder if a half Saiyajin male could have children. Since both were born from women they would be able to if they both were of full blood. It's very likely that they still might be able to though. Just need their tails back, a full moon and to be bonded mates.' Vegeta was brought back from his thoughts as Trunks further explain their hidden relationship.

"We dated those girls so that no body would get suspicious. We hate keeping it a secret; but we don't what to lose our families and friends. We didn't want to be ostracized by telling everyone." Trunks finished their confession. They both waited as Vegeta assimilated their reasons.

Vegeta took a few minutes to gather his thoughts before he began his own reply. "I've known all along that you were involved. I thought to let you both decide when you were ready to tell the others. I know the timing has to be right for this to come out. Especially on a planet like Earth were this is taboo. On Vegeta-Sei this wouldn't be a problem. Most relationships were made up of same sexes. But to keep it secret for so long? It must have caused some arguments along the way."

He had to take a breath before he went on. Their keeping this a secret was too close to home about his own feelings for Kakarot. "Listen. I want you two to know that I'm not angry about this. You both deserve to be with people that love and understand you. The love was there between Bulma and me but the understanding wasn't. Just like between your parents, Goten. And Goten. If your mother has a problem with it; then I'll just remind her that it was she who suggested to Bulma that they let you two play together when you were kids. The others? Well, I don't give a damn what those fools think. But if they have a problem then they should just take it up with me. I'm not about to let those weaklings upset my son and his life mate."

"Life mate? Is that what they called married people back on Vegeta-Sei, Dad?" Trunks was totally surprised his father would support them. Hell, he would even defend their love to the others.

Goten was completely relieved to hear that Vegeta felt the way he did. He just hoped his mom would feel the same.

"Bonded life mates and married couples are two different things. Saiyajins bonded for life with their mates. There would be a telepathic link between them. Their souls would join forever. If one was in pain the other would sense it. If one would die; not long after the other would as well. The only way the living mate wouldn't die would be if she or he was pregnant or taking care of a young child. Marriage is what Earthlings do and quite often it ends long before either one is dead."

"She or he pregnant? Dad, what are you talking about? Men can't have babies." Trunks was learning quite a bit about his non-human heritage. 'Could he and Goten have children? Would that smooth things over with ChiChi when they told everyone?' Other questions were flying through Trunks' head before he could even begin to ask his father for the answers.

Vegeta felt that this wasn't the place nor was it the time for a Saiyajin male biology lesson. He felt a further discussion of his people's history would have to wait. "Saiyajins do not have the same limitations as humans. So do not compare them. We'll talk about this another time. Right now you both need to get cleaned up. You both reek of sex." Vegeta gave a very rare soft smile before he left them dazed in the booth.

They left the changing room for the rest room and washed up. They couldn't believe what Trunks' father had said. Was it possible they could have a child together. Goten wanted to find out for sure. The thought of having his love's child was enough to send him to the stratosphere.

A few minutes later they joined the others out in the show room. Piccolo was discussing a design with thick lapels with Yamcha. They both didn't like it so they went to the next style in the catalog. The tailor was now doing Chaotzu's measurements. He only had Gohan and Goku to do last. Vegeta, Trunks and Goten were regular customers so their's were not done.

Macabee loved it when Mr. Vegeta showed up at his shop. The man had a body of a God. If he was taller; Vegeta could easily be the best looking man he ever saw. He sometimes did clothing for male fashion models. The short muscular man would be the envy of the fashion world if he ever modeled cloths. Macabee had a secret crush on Vegeta. He'd hate to lose one of his best customers if it ever got out. The man had impeccable taste in cloth, style and color. He was a gay tailor's dream come true.

Vegeta didn't have a clue that most people he walked by checked him out. He just walked in a natural catlike grace over to where Piccolo and Yamcha were looking at photo books of groom's suits and tuxedos. It had front and back pictures with descriptions of fabric and color choices for each one. Macabee was old fashioned and didn't upgrade to computer.

Piccolo was barely able to hear the Saiyajin men's conversation over the others talking. What he did hear let him know what was going on between Trunks and Goten. He also heard most of what Vegeta said. He was just as surprised as they were that the prince didn't blow his top due to his unpredictable temper. Vegeta was even giving his ok at the news. Piccolo knew Bulma wouldn't be distressed to hear that her son was involved with another man. She would be happy for them both. But he did understand the concern over ChiChi*'s reaction. She was well known for her unbalanced behavior.

The three men had come upon a style of tuxedo that they all agreed was one to choose from. It had thin tapered lapels. The shirt was pearl buttoned with a high straight collar that wasn't intent for a tie. A big selling point for Vegeta.

Yamcha decided to go look at some blazers since Vegeta clearly knew what he was talking about. He was surprised to find out that the surly alien wore clothes other than the navy blue spandex training suit. Just as he was taking a black blazer off the rack to try it on; Goku and Gohan suddenly appeared right beside him. They almost gave him a heart attack.

*Long Time, No See*

Krillin came over to the others. Seeing his best friend finally arrived he shouted, "Hi Goku! Man, it's been awhile since we've seen you. How have you been, bro?"

The assistant came out to fetch the next man to be measured. Seeing that the best man had shown up; he gestured for Gohan to follow him to the back room.

Some of the others gathered around their old friend to find out how he was. Goku was covertly looking around the store. He wanted to see Vegeta; but was a bit apprehensive. Being around all these well made cloths made him wonder if he was properly dressed. He was wearing a faded pair of Gohan's blue jeans, a pair of black Nike high tops and a rust colored Old Navy Hooded Fleece** shirt that Pan had bought for her father last Christmas.

Soon Goku spotted Vegeta. Seeing him in similar casual dress made him relieved. He never looked so good to him. White and naturals looked great on Vegeta. 'Of course anything would look good on him. Even that pink shirt Bulma tricked him into wearing. I bet he'd look even better in nothing.' Realizing where his thoughts were headed; Goku quickly started to think of things less stimulating.

He was so nervous seeing Vegeta again. He never knew just how much he cared for the other man till this past week. Thinking that Vegeta and Bulma would remarry had brought his feelings to the fore. Goku wanted the prince far more than anything before. He just wished that some day Vegeta would see him as more than third class. He wanted to be an equal in the other's eyes. What he truthfully wanted was to belong to the prince and for Vegeta to be his.

"Been ok, Krillin. Training Uub out in the desert has been way different than training with Master Roshi. Sorry haven't been around to visit everybody though. But I'm thinking of staying for awhile. Maybe till just after the wedding." Then spotting Piccolo he had to congratulate him. Goku patted the Namekian on his broad back while he smiled at him. "Great news about you and Bulma, Piccolo. Hope all goes well for you two."

"Thanks, Goku. We were wondering if you'd show up." Piccolo had noticed the fidgety behavior. He had no clue as to why Goku would be edgy.

"Yeah. Sorry about that, dad. I guess I forgot to tell you what time to come by." Goten apologized to his father.

"It's ok, Goten. Made it in time anyways." Goku reassured his youngest son.

"That's right, Goku. After Gohan; your's are the last to be done." Trunks was starting to get hungry. He hoped they could leave soon for a big lunch. It had been awhile since just all the guys hung out.

"Hey? Where is Master Roshi anyway? Is he sick or something?" Goku looked around for the old pervert.

Piccolo couldn't stand being around the old hentai. The thought of that old man talking about his fiancé in his usual manner made him angrier than he's ever been. "I don't want him having any excuse to get even two feet near Bulma. And him being a member of the groom's party would as good as any excuse."

Vegeta laughed at this. "Sounds like the Namek is possessive of his fiancé."

"Shout up, Vegeta. At least I'm smart enough to realize what I've got. Unlike you." Piccolo growled at the Saiyajin Prince.

"That may be. But wait until after the honeymoon. I'm sure you'll be wondering what you got yourself into by then." Vegeta smirked in the angry green man's face.

"Why you little..." Just as Piccolo was about to start thrashing the prince; Vegeta started to taunt him.

"Aw... how sweet. Is the Namek in love with the onna? Tell me, do you love her? Do you?" He was so damn bored already. He just had to shake things up just a bit.

"Vegeta, this isn't a good place to start a fight. And you shouldn't be starting one either." Goku tried to warn him. He didn't want the day to end awfully.

"I want the Namek to answer my questions, Kakarot."

"Yes, I love her, YOU LITTLE BASTARD! Now go to hell!" Piccolo was now pissed.

Vegeta raised a brow at the Namek's response. "Just making sure. Don't want someone to marry her that didn't really love her. Bulma deserves much better than that. Make sure you remember this, Namek" And with that; Vegeta walked away.

Needless to say the others were stupefied. Vegeta caring enough for someone to actually make sure that person would be content was a shock. They were all left speechless.

Gohan came out to find the group of men agape and staring at the prince. "Uh...guys? What's going on? Did I miss something?" but he only got blinks for a reply. Shrugging his shoulders he let his dad know it was his turn to be measured. "Dad, you're turn."

Seeing the college aged assistant step out of a room and motioning for him, Goku nodded to his

son and walked to the back room. Vegeta sure was getting weirder and more unpredictable than ever. But he was as gorgeous as ever. He looked like a forbidden banquet. His senses were now on overload. The man's scent was like a mix of sandalwood and salt water. The great out doors all wrapped up in one intensely attractive package.

*Measurements & A Question*

As he stepped into the back room he heard the others talking about how strange Vegeta acted sometimes. The room was decked in masculine wood and leather furniture. A roll-top desk was at one wall covered with scattered papers and orders. A green glass shaded sculpted wood lamp shown over its surface and onto a leather clad claw-footed chair. A matching chair was located near the room's center with a small round wooden table with a lamp like the one on the desk. Across from the chair set a couch in a similar style. Along another wall was an oval table topped with a silver tea service and a coffee percolator. Mugs and cups were arrayed among a plate of scones and sugar and cream servers.

An opened closet had suits hanging covered in clear plastic wrapping to keep dust off. There were yellow cards attached to each one printed with owners names. Over top the whole room were scattered hanging lamps with matching green shades. As Goku walked in further he noticed a short stool between the couch and chair. Sitting in the chair was a middle aged tall thin man. For some reason Goku was a bit uncomfortable around him. He felt like the man was judging him or sizing him up for something. But not the way a person who made clothing was supposed to look at you. It was almost lecherous.

He thought the presence of the assistant would help him fell safe with the other man staring at him; but it didn't. He wanted to ask one of the gang to come back with him. Fearful that Vegeta would think him a coward, he didn't. So he decided to grab a scone as the tailor began to order him to stand on the stool.

"Now Mr. Son, could you stand on the stool so I can begin to get your measurements . Thank you." As Goku stepped on the stool Macabee asked his assistant to get his long measuring tape. "Thomas, it should be in the top drawer of the desk. And get a clean size record page for Mr. Son."

"Yes, sir." Thomas walked to the desk as Macabee began to measure Goku's arm length. Thomas came back moments later with the requested items.

Goku was unaccustomed to all the physical attention and touching. He wouldn't have minded if it was Vegeta; but the unknown man was making him feel agitated. As the session wore on and the tailor jabbering sizes and widths while his assistant copied them down; Goku started to feel a little more relaxed. 'Maybe it was all my imagination. It's just his job to look at people and match them up with clothing styles. That's all. He was probably doing that to me when I walked in. Thinking of what clothes to get me to buy or what I'd look good in.'

With a yawn Goku was soon in a different mind frame. He wasn't paying much attention to the other two men. He was busy thinking of how good Vegeta looked. And he came here to buy his suits for work. 'Maybe I should ask him to help me pick out a few outfits sometime. Wearing orange and blue gis all the time did get boring. Then we could go out for lunch. I'll have to eat earlier so I won't look like the usual pig when I eat. Vegeta always eats with perfect manners and gets a bit disgusted when I do.' The thought of spending time with the older Saiyajin other than sparring sped up his heart rate. 'God! I've really got it bad for him!'

A grumble from his stomach let Goku know that a scone wasn't much to pacify his appetite. The two men looked at him as he grinned his Son Grin™. "He he. Ah? Could I have another one of those biscuit things? I'm really hungry. Forgot breakfast."

"Of course! Thomas get Mr. Son a scone and a beverage. Would you like tea or coffee?" Macabee was eager to please any guest of Mr. Vegeta's.

"I guess tea. Coffee makes me feel weird." Goku stated with his usual naivete.

"Would you like me to send Thomas down to the deli and get you anything?"

"Really? You'd do that?" At the tailor's nod Goku requested, "do they make those really big submarine sandwiches?"

"You mean the 6 inch by 6 foot ones?" Thomas asked the tall spiky haired man.

"Yeah those! Can I have one with mixed cold cuts and lots of mayonnaise? Oh! And pickles, onions, tomatoes, lettuce and mustard too?" Goku drooled while spouting off the additional condiments.

"A whole one for yourself, sir?" The tailor was shocked at the man's appetite.

"Oh yeah. I'll have no problem eating it all." Goku reassured them.

"Thomas, you heard Mr. Vegeta's guest's request. Go and get the sandwich for Mr. Son. Let Dugan*** know to put it on my account. I strive to make my customers happy."

"All right, sir. What ever you want." Thomas then left through the back door to get the food.

"Now, sir. While Thomas is gone I'll begin to measure your legs. Before I do; which side do you dress on?" Tailors tended to measure the in-seem on the opposite side so they didn't touch the genitalia.

"What side do I dress on? Do you mean what side of the bed I get out of?" Goku clueless, asks.

"No sir. I mean what side to you usually place your "selves" on?" Macabee was a little too embarrassed to say genitals or privates.

"Uh? Selves?" Goku still had no idea what the tailor was talking about.

"Maybe I should ask one of the others to come back here to explain it to you, sir." With that, Macabee went out to the store's front room to find one of Mr. Son's friends.

When he stepped into his showroom the first one he saw was Vegeta. Walking over to the man he cleared his throat to get the Adonis' attention. When those sexy black as ink eyes met his he felt a thrill go to his knees. 'So I have a crush on a client. I can handle it. Just some fantasies and a sore wrist for awhile. I'll be over it in a few weeks.'

"Hum, Mr. Vegeta? Could you please come to the back room for a few minutes, sir? I don't know how to explain something to Mr. Son and I was hoping one of his friends would do better."

"Explain 'something' to Kakarot? What are you talking about, Macabee?" Vegeta was getting a bit irritated with the way the man looked at him. He decided to look for other tailors after the wedding was over. Vegeta hoped he found one with equal style as the smitten tailor.

"Could you please step in back, sir? It's a little embarrassing to talk about out here." Macabee did not what to offend any potential future customer. He was already picturing Son Goku in some clothes that would look fantastic on his tall muscular frame.

'This had better be good. What the heck is wrong with Kakarot anyway?' Vegeta was a bit teed-off at the idiot tailor. He guessed he should be mad at Goku; but lately he just couldn't get as angry as he used to. 'Damn this being in love with the baka.' "All right then. I'll go."

With a grateful smile, Macabee led Vegeta to the back room. They found Goku sitting on the chair sipping some tea and eating another scone. When Goku looked up at the sound of someone entering the room he was shocked and mortified to see Vegeta. He did not want the older Saiyajin to think him even more of an idiot when he finds out that he didn't know "what side you dressed on" meant.

"So, what is going on? What's the meaning of this?" Vegeta looked between the two men. Goku blushed, knowing he was going to hear it from the prince. Goku looked to the tailor to explain.

"It seems that Mr. Son does not know what the term 'side you dress on' means. It just can't find the words to explain it, sir. So we hope you will be able to."

"You honestly don't know what it means, Kakarot? And how many years have you been living among the humans?" Vegeta was incredulous at how daft the only other full blooded Saiyajin could be. His innocense and naivete could be so bothersome at times. Yet it was one of the reasons he felt the way he did. Kakarot represented things that he never knew.

"Ah, sorry Vegeta. I just never heard of it before. Hehe." Goku was more than mortified now. He was totally embarrassed and ashamed at his stupidity. "I know pretty stupid of me, huh?"

Seeing Kakarot trying to laugh it off and sounding even more wretched bothered the prince greatly. The man was the strongest and most righteous warrior in the universe. And it hurt to see how he had been constantly led to believe he was stupid just because he didn't know some ridiculous human term. Of course he had to admit that him calling the other man a baka didn't help. 'I'm the Prince of our people and I have mistreated and allowed the mistreatment of the only other living member of my race. The only one that has shown what it means to be a true warrior. Not a cold blooded killer. The one that has given his life for me, my son, his family, his friends this planet and countless others that he has never met. I will not allow it any longer. How you have changed me, Kakarot.' Vegeta walked over to the other and sat down on the couch directly across from Goku. He waited for the other to meet his eyes before he explained the term.

Vegeta cleared his throat first. "Kakarot, it means what side you place your genitalia."

Goke blushed even redder, "You mean my private parts?" Vegeta nodded his head. "Why does the tailor need to know that?"

Macabee then informed Goku that he would measure on the opposite side.

"Wow. I never knew that. The only suits I ever wore were when I was a kid and when I got married to ChiChi. But they were already made. I never got measured for them."

"You've never had a suit made just for you?" Macabee had to ask. The thought was absolutely unbelievable. How could it be possible?

"Nope." Goku even shook his head no to emphasize the point further.

"Well, now you'll have your first tailored suit, Kakarot." The smile he received in return was well worth any expense this day would incur.

The next few minutes were filled with Goku letting the tailor know he dressed on the left and measurements getting finished. Vegeta noticed the absence of the assistant and asked where the boy was.

"Oh, he's out getting Mr. Son a six footer from the deli down the street." At the mention of the impending feast Goku's stomach growled.

"Kakarot! We were going out for lunch after. Couldn't you wait?" Vegeta was a bit exasperated with the other full-blood. 'Just when you think you're getting somewhere with him, he does something like that and ruins it.'

"Sorry, 'Geta. But I'm so hungry. I forgot about breakfast when I was training this morning." Goku knew that Vegeta would buy that excuse. Since the prince often skipped meals himself while training. 'What would I say anyway? I haven't been eating and sleeping well since Sunday because I thought you were remarrying Bulma? My heart ached because I felt like I was losing any possible future chance of a relationship with you? That I'm crazy in love with you and I cry at night for you? Like that will go well.'

"Six foot sub? And how many scones did you have already?" Vegeta asked him. Anything to keep him from looking at the other's left thigh. 'Why did I stay and listen to him as he told the tailor he dressed on the left. Now I'll go nuts just trying not to look there. In that orange gi of his it's hard to tell; but in those tight jeans...' A big mental groan. Vegeta could feel the sweat beginning to puddle on his back.

"Only three! There's still some left." Goku felt he had to defend himself for some reason. Living with a constantly harping and accusing wife left him with a bad habit of feeling guilty for any little thing.

"You don't have to be defensive about it. I know how much you are a glutton. I'm surprised there's even one left." That last statement made Goku pout. "Damn it, Kakarot! You're a Saiyajin! Don't pout!"

"Sorry." Goku hung his head as he was chastised.

Vegeta felt guilty seeing his fellow kinsman chagrined by what he said. There were only a few things that made the prince feel guilt and Kakarot was one of them. With a sigh he asked the other, "Do you need some cash to pay for it?"

Macabee chimed in to the query, "That has already been taken care of, sir. I do my best to make all customers feel welcomed and pleased at my store. Would you like me to send Thomas out to get you anything when he returns, Mr. Vegeta?"

"No, I can wait."

"Very good then, sir." Macabee was just getting through with recording the last of the measurements when the assistant returned.

Thomas carried in four plastic shopping bags. Each one had two large sections individually wrapped. The smell of freshly sliced deli meats effected a growl from the prince's own stomach. Causing the other Saiyajin to cast a glance his way.

"You want some, Vegeta? If we are going for lunch soon I don't mind sharing." Goku was trying to make peace. Vegeta could be so temperamental.

"Hn." Goku knew that to be a "yes".

"Well, I'm done with all of the groom's party measurements. I'll go and see if Mr. Piccolo has found a tuxedo style to his liking. You two gentlemen please help yourselves to the tea and coffee. Come with me, Thomas." With that Vegeta and Goku were left by themselves with a large sandwich to devour.

*My Big Fat Sandwich*

Goku handed a bag to Vegeta as he began to unwrap a portion. Seeing slices of cold cuts hanging over the sides of the bun made his mouth water even more. With a look to see that Vegeta had his own section unwrapped, Goku took a huge bite from a corner.

Vegeta proceeded in the same vein with his own impressive chomp. 'Kakarot knows how a sandwich should be made. And damn is it good.'

Both men quickly finished their first portions. Goku got up to get them both a beverage. He got himself tea and Vegeta a mug of coffee. He brought both steaming cups back to the sitting area and set Vegeta's coffee on the stool in front of him. Receiving a nod of thanks, Goku smiled back and sat down to take out the next section. He placed his cup into the saucer he left on the nearby table and began to unwrap the second segment of sub from the bag. Vegeta was already biting into his. With a deeply satisfying feeling, Goku began to eat his.

They continued in the same pattern until the whole sandwich was eaten. The coffee percolator was now empty and so was the tea kettle.

Goku settled back into the chair as he rubbed his stomach and let out a belch. At the prince's raised eye brow Goku sheepishly grinned. "Hehe. Must be the mayonnaise."

Vegeta felt his own burp coming up but hid it behind a hand. "Now that we're done we should see what tuxedo Piccolo has chosen."

"Should we have saved some for the others, Vegeta? I fell a little guilty we didn't share the sub."

"Don't worry about it, Kakarot. They'll be stuffing their faces soon enough."

"Where are we going for lunch anyway?" Another burp emitted from Goku.

"You planning on doing that the rest of the day? Cover your mouth or something. Your breath stinks." The scent of onions, salami, tomatoes, mustard and mayonnaise was overpowering for Vegeta's sensitive nose.

Classic Son grin and hand at the back of the head gesture, "sorry, Vegeta."

With a sigh and roll of the eyes, Vegeta only answered with, "hn." Before he walked out into the store's front. Goku watched his perfectly shaped backside for a few minutes before following.

§Author Notes§

*: I swear ChiChi is crazy! I'm not her biggest fan. To tell the truth, I can't stand her. The only contributions she's made to the show are Gohan and Goten. Oh yeah; and keeping Goku fed. Any fic where she is bashed is ok with me! There's another fic I'm kinda working on where she is a real nasty, mean, abusive and spiteful bitch.

**: Having seen enough of those damn commercials during the holidays was making me totally hate the brand. But I think it would be something Pan would buy for her dad. So, I put them in this fic.

***: If there is a deli out their with an owner by the name of Dugan; sorry, I didn't know. Just thought the name sounded cool. "Dugan's Deli"

I just love scones. My favorite are cranberry. Cut in half. Smeared with butter and sprinkled with a sugar and cinnamon mixture.

Sorry if it's kind of sappy. I know it seems a bit OOC. Remember that Vegeta was pretty much a good guy by the end of Dragon Ball Z. And like I said in the first chapter, "Dragon Ball GT" does not exist in this universe. I might use some things from it though.

The details on my theory of male Saiyajin reproduction will be in a later chapter. I will write it in great detail. You've been warned.

14 pages! Well, the last one was only around nine or ten. Review if you want. It's ok if you don't. I don't mind. Thanks for reading and thanks if you do review.

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