“Can I Vegeta, pleeease?” pleaded Goku too cutely; so preciously Vegeta did not even feel the usual annoyance and urge to correct Goku’s persistent “can” with the appropriate “may”. It was too extraordinary that a soul could grow so immensely; be so vast, inscrutable and powerful, and yet somehow remain so pure and blameless. Just as Piccolo was wonderfully attractive in his own ways; so was Goku in his. And he realized then part of why he had loathed him so much at one time long ago was that incomprehensible power and inscrutable presence wrapped in such pristine untouchable innocence; the irony that it was a huge part of that which eventually allowed him to love him, fall in love with him, not lost on him.
“Pretty please Vegeta?” You let Piccolo. Aren’t I yours too?
“Alright Kakarotto.” Let’s see if you’ve been paying attention during our love sessions.
He almost came, at Goku’s joyously ex