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Vegeta woke slowly as the sun crept its way through the window of the bedroom. He blinked. His eyelids felt heavy and full. As he made the return to consciousness he realized three things: He had a massive migraine; there was a good chance he was about to throw up; and he was very much not alone in his bed.
A warm body lay behind him, snoring violently in a familiar cadence. As familiar as it was, he was not quite sure why this person was in his bed. Vegeta tried to sit up, but vertigo flooded over him and he crashed back into his pillow. Involuntarily he groaned.
The body next to him snorted and huffed, and the snoring changed to a long, dramatic yawn.
A long, muscular arm flopped over onto Vegeta's shoulder. He wanted nothing more than to leap up and send a kick into the offender's face then fly the fuck out of there, but the pounding in his skull kept him glued to the bed.
“Ah! Good morning, Geta.”
“Kakarot,” Vegeta grunted, “what. The fuck.”
“You okay?”
The idiot's face suddenly made its way into his vision, blurry as it was. Vegeta yanked the pillow over his eyes to hide Kakarot’s stupid visage from view.
“Vegeta!”
Kakarot tried to yank the pillow away, but Vegeta only held it closer.
“What the fuck was in that alcohol?” Vegeta groaned from behind the pillow. He had many other questions, too, but this was the most pressing topic in his mind.
“I would have thought Saiyan liquor would be worse than anything else you’ve tried!” Kakarot squeaked. Vegeta wanted to say there was no such thing as Saiyan liquor anymore, but if he opened his mouth, he was sure to vomit.
Vegeta felt the bed move as Kakarot stood up. He snuck a peek out from behind the pillow to see Kakarot's bare ass, lit up by the sun streaming through the window.
Vegeta leapt up in shock, ignoring the pain that slammed into the inside of his skull, and flung the blankets off himself to reveal his own very naked lower half.
“Kakarot! Explain!”
Kakarot jumped at Vegeta’s sudden yelp, then abruptly pulled his shorts up. Vegeta glanced around the room. His vision was still blurry, but he could see his own and Kakarot’s clothes tossed haphazardly across the floor.
The idiot turned and scratched the back of his head. “Vegeta - are you upset? You wanted me to sleep with you, remember?”
Vegeta’s mouth gaped.
“S… sleep? With me?”
“You don’t remember?”
“What do you mean, sleep with me!?”
“Ah… well…”
Vegeta again uttered an incomprehensible groan. Suddenly the nausea took hold. He leapt up and raced to the bathroom, reaching the toilet just in time.
“Vegeta! Let me get you some water…”
He collapsed next to the toilet, barely holding himself up. He had not been this hungover… well, ever. And apparently he had never been so drunk, because now he could not remember a single thing from the night before. Which apparently had been an eventful evening.
Again a wave of nausea crashed over him, and he retched into the toilet just in time for Kakarot to come in with a glass.
Kakarot knelt down and put a hand on Vegeta’s shoulder.
“Get off me, damnit!” Vegeta shouted, then barfed again. “Just get the hell out of here!”
“Fine,” Kakarot said, actually sounding hurt and confused. Dejected, he left the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
That bewildered Vegeta even more than anything else that was happening right now. Certainly Kakarot should be used to Vegeta’s constant dismissals. He sat back down against the wall of the bathroom and closed his eyes. He wracked his brain, which pounded harder the more he tried to remember. What had happened last night?
“Kakarot! Get back in here.”
The door opened immediately; he should have known the idiot would be waiting out there.
Vegeta looked up at his rival's concerned face, then he rubbed his eyes and sighed. “Tell me what the fuck happened last night.”
“Umm...are you sure? Like, everything, or just the main points?”
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
“Everything, Kakarot.”