Part 2! Sorry it took so long! I've been at a literal loss for words recently and I can't apologize enough. I do plan on getting back to it though, so keep checking in.

Vegeta stayed awake all night, watching for Goku's breath, listening to his light snores. Once in awhile Goku would get up to the sound of a quiet alarm, come over to Vegeta's bed and feel for his temperature. He would try his best to stay still, but then realize that it seemed unnatural.

But then again, suddenly breathing heavily would startle Goku, too. Vegeta just shook his head once Goku was asleep again and tried to relax.

He couldn't sleep, but hearing the snores from the other side of the room gave him a strange feeling of calm, and distracted him from the suffocating heat of the room around him. Of course Goku sated him in a way, but there was never a time that the happiness wasn't somehow paired with the giddy attitude of a young girl.

He was ashamed that he let his emotions get too far.

Soon, Goku was up and taking his temperature again; Vegeta still not breathing.

Goku sat on the edge of Vegeta's bed, something he didn't usually do, probably to lessen the risk of disturbing Vegeta. Goku ran a hand over Vegeta's forehead, and down his cheek. He sighed deeply, and Vegeta knew he was staring deep into his face.

"You're something, 'Geta, you really are," and he went back to his own bed. Vegeta let out a long, quiet breath. Goku was saying all these things about him when he thought he couldn't hear.

A bit unsettled, Vegeta willed himself to sleep, forcing his own energy down into a coma-like state.

"'Geta, wake up." Goku shook Vegeta's shoulder.

"Hmuh?" Part of Vegeta's pillow case stuck to his face with drool.

"'Geta, why do you have my clothes?"

Coming to his senses, Vegeta bolted upright, looking around in a panic, "What are you talking about?'

"Here," He handed Vegeta the crinkled shirt, "You had this when you were asleep. Why do you have it?"

"Uh," Vegeta looked around, trying to find an alibi. Defeated, he put his head in his hands.

Silence.

"You can keep it, if you want to. I do need my boxers though."

Vegeta's face heated against his palms, "Okay, thank you." He hunched his shoulders further, feeling as if his chest would cave in from embarrassment.

"Oh, look at you. You're so cute, here," Goku handed Vegeta his shirt and patted his messy hair, "I'm not upset. It is time to get up though, you need to take your bath."

Vegeta nodded to himself and put the shirt beside his pillow. In the bathroom Goku started the water, waiting for Vegeta to get up.

"Are you alive in there?" The youngest called out.

"Hardly." Vegeta swung his feet down from his bed, toes barely grazing the floor. He sighed, gathering the pride he knew he should have at all times. Peering into the bathroom, Vegeta watched the back of Goku's head, moving back and forth, pouring this and that into the running bath. Pulling his shirt over his head, Vegeta tossed it to the side while sitting on the edge of the tub.

"All these fancy soaps, Kakarot. You're treating me like the royalty I am."

Goku rolled his eyes, waving his hand around in the water to disperse the salts, "Oh, shush Prince, Whis gave me these, apparently they'll make you feel brand new.

"Ah, so even Whis respects my authority," He kicked his pants off and threw them over with his shirt, slipping smoothly into the steaming water. He leaned back, cracking his neck and groaning. Goku splashed him a bit.

"You must be getting better if you have the energy to be a prick."

"Oh, of course not. I'm desolate and diseased, can't you tell?" He turned and leaned into Goku's hands, "Now clean me, peasant."

"You're so mean," Goku tugged his hair playfully, earning himself a weak slap on the arm. "I'm takin' care of you, the least you could do is be grateful."

"Oh, shush. I'm sick. I can be mean if I want," He pushed his head harder into Goku's firm palms. "You're mean anyway, Vegeta. Literally all the time."

Vegeta paused, then relaxed again, "You don't mean that, do you?"

Goku thought to himself as he massaged the prince's scalp, "I mean, most of the time you act like you hate me," He dug a bit harder, "I guess it was all an act, though, seeing as you stole my clothes and kept them to hold while you sleep."

"Shut up, Kakarot." Vegeta crossed his arms loosely.

"See, this is what I mean, you're so defensive for no reason. I wish you would be a little softer."

"Now why would I want to be soft?"

Goku began rinsing Vegeta's hair, "Oh, I don't know, maybe to make some meaningful relationships with people that don't find being around you a chore. To maybe gain the trust of the people you've been living with for almost three decades. Oh, I've got an idea, maybe to be married to someone that doesn't hate you, someone you value for more than their ability to carry children. Ever think some form of communication with us is a little important? Ever think I might be important? Ever think I might want you to talk to me? To stop shutting me out? Or to even notice that I try?"

Goku went from almost yelling to shrinking down into a pained whisper, holding back all his anger and hurt that's gathered over the long time the two had known each other.

"Kaka-"

"And that's another thing. Of all the stupid villains that have come down to our little mud pile to kill me, you're the only one I ever let call me that. Why do you think that is?"

"Oh, well, uh-"

"Because it only sounded right coming out of your mouth. I only liked the name when I heard it in your voice. Hearing it from anyone else made me angry, cause that's the name you gave me."

"I didn't kn-"

"And that's why I refused to fight you for so goddamn long. Because every damn time you called me that my belly would get all warm and I. Couldn't. Fucking. Hit. You."
Goku gently massaged Vegeta's scalp with his fingertips, distracting himself from the hot tears that threatened to pass his eyes.

"I know I sound crazy, but I feel like there are so many things that didn't have to go the way they did, all the stupid shit we've done has made me fall in love with you,"
Vegeta said nothing, breathing steadily, but Goku felt his energy flow up and down.

"Even here, you know? Like why do we stay in the same room together? Beerus is a God of motherfucking Destruction. I'm pretty sure he has more than one guest bedroom. Even if he didn't, Whis could just make one."

"Kakarot, you're a blathering idiot."

Goku nodded, "I know," he pulled his fingers from Vegeta's head and turned to unplug the bath. He fetched the towel he set aside and tossed it over to his partner, turning away to give him some privacy.

Vegeta walked past him, pecking him on the cheek before heading to his side of the room to dress.

Goku stood in his place, not stunned but not neutral. He smiled small to himself before going to clean the bathroom.

Closing the door behind him, Goku saw a short Vegeta grazing his toes against the floor, his legs hanging from the high bed. He chuckled to himself, going over to his own bed to change his wet shirt.

"Ah, crap."

Vegeta lifted his head, "What?"

"All my shirts are dirty... I really need to do laundry," He shook his head, looking over to Vegeta and sighing.

"Oh, uh.." Vegeta looked from side to side nervously.

"What?"

Vegeta turned and pulled a few dark blue shirts from behind his mattress, "I may have borrowed a couple, uh," He pulled out more, "A few shirts. I think they're all clean, here," He tossed one across the room into Goku's arms. Goku smiled in return, shaking his head while throwing the shirt on. "You're silly, Vegeta," Goku patted some of the air out of his pants to distract himself. Vegeta watched.

"Thanks, Kakarot," He stared, unable to look away from the sinewy body across the room.

"You alright? You've only barely gotten dressed. Need help?"

Vegeta didn't respond.

Goku smiled to himself and shook his head on his way over to Vegeta's side of the bedroom. He rifled through a random drawer, pulling out a hoodie obviously far too large for Vegeta's slight frame.

"C'mon, arms up, let's go," Goku lead Vegeta's head into the proper hole of the hoodie, kissing his forehead as it appeared.

Vegeta's face came from the hoodie smiling. He put his arms through the sleeves with a bit of help.

Vegeta stood, the hoodie falling beneath his knees. He sat back down, annoyed.

"It's nothing wrong with my body. I'm still hot even if I'm not tall," He crossed his arms, hiking the garment up so he wasn't sitting on it.

"You're right, there's nothing wrong with you. You're great," Goku leaned over and lifted Vegeta's legs up on the bed, pulling the hoodie back down and stretched it over his feet so he was fully encompassed in it. Goku pulled the hood up to cover Vegeta's eyes, and kissed him gently on the lips.

Goku let go, and walked back toward his own bed. Vegeta sat back down, lifting the hoodie again. "I'm serious. If something doesn't fit me right, it's the clothes fault, not mine."

"You are absolutely right, Vegeta. No truer words have been said."

Vegeta laid down in a huff, "Damn right."

Goku looked around, almost looking bored, "What do you want to do? Are you feeling at least a little better? I wanna do something. No offense, but taking care of you isn't the most enthralling activity."

"Sure, we can do whatever. You may have to carry me, though." Vegeta stuck his arms out to emphasize.

"No problem, 'Geeta. I was thinking we could go to the top of the tree and see what we can see." Goku grabbed Vegeta's hand and pulled him up gently, snaking an arm around his small waist to support the nearly dead weight.

Once out the door, the duo strolled down the staircase, through a few hallways, and out the foyer to where they usually start their daily training. Bracing himself, Goku hooked his other arm under Vegeta's knees and hoisted him up to waist level, kissing his cheek. He flew slowly up to the top, looking up. He was acutely aware of Vegeta staring up at him, and he smiled wide and shamelessly.

Once at the top, the two scanned for a stable looking branch to perch on. Much time had passed between waking up and coming to the top of the tree, yet it only felt like a few hours. The independent sun was setting to what usually would've been the East, but neither Saiyan was sure anymore.

"Kaka, we should ask Whis how many hours a Beerus Planet day is. This shit is ridiculous."

"Yeah, that'd probably be a good idea. We can ask tomorrow. For now, let's just watch what happens at night. I've never seen it."

"It's not all that glorious. Just like the nights back home."

"'Home', as in, Earth home, or Vegeta home?"

Vegeta shrugged, gazing at the sky. "Are you asking what home the nights are like, or which home I consider my home?"

Goku shrugged back, "I guess the home you feel at home."

Vegeta struggled to look away from the darkening purple sky and into Goku's eyes, "That's a pretty loaded question Kakarot. I guess originally my home was Vegeta, obviously, but I only lived there until I was five. And then the whole... Yeah. And I always hated living on the Frieza ship, I guess that's a given, but Earth felt different from the moment I stepped foot on its shit colored dirt."

"How so?" Goku cocked his head to the side.

"I'm not sure. I've been trying to figure it out for a long time, and the only answer I've ever been able to come up with was you. You had some sort of energy about you that made everything down to my toes tingle with excitement. You were a challenge to overcome, you always have been. And even now, this planet feels like home. But only in the last few months, since you've been here. So I guess the question where I feel home is irrelevant, I think the more important question is who makes me feel home wherever I am. I honestly think it's you. You're home."

Goku looked away with some smile in his eyes. "That means a lot, Vegeta. I'm actually really happy I can make you feel that way. You know, I kinda feel the same. Not exactly, of course, but I understand."

They nod at one another, smiling. Slowly leaning in, they shared their first real, passionate kiss. Sly tongues slipping between teeth, fingers curling into jet black hair. Time slowed almost to a complete stop. Finally pulling apart, their breathing clouded to frosty steam in between them against the blackness of night. Nothing could slow the beating of Vegeta's heart. Hypersensitive, Vegeta felt the gentle brush of fingertips against his knee and the caress of breeze as it flowed through his newly dried locks.

"I do genuinely love you, Kakarot."

Goku smiled in return, closing his eyes and leaning his head against his elders. "I love you, too, 'Geeta. More than I thought I did. The two looked out to the sky, the blackness spotted with bursts of red and orange.

"Like night on Vegeta?"

"Like night on Vegeta."

Back in the bedroom, the two had pushed their beds together to make a huge mattress in the middle of the room. They curled up next to each other in the sweaty warmth the blankets gave them, and fell asleep.

The next morning, Whis strolled into their room, slightly irritated at Goku's absence.

"Son Goku?"

Whis looked upon the joint bed in the middle of the room and smiled, gliding over to check Goku's temperature. He flattened the smooth of his hand over the man's forehead, sucking his teeth in discontent. His brow furrowed until his gaze shifted to Vegeta's resting face. The two together looked blissful and content.

Whis decided to leave them be.