Short one shot I thought of while writing chapter four of For the Love of Kami, be Specific.

Disclaimer: I do not own these people, another people does.

For the First Time

Goku grinned at everyone around the table. They were laughing at his joke about being eaten by a fish, and enjoying hanging out with him. At least, almost everyone was. His eyes widened a bit, and he called over to the man leaning against the wall.

"Hey Vegeta! What are you doing all the way over there? Come join us." he urged his friend to come over. Vegeta looked over at him incredulously. All the years he had been with these people they had let him stay as far away from the party as he wanted. He guessed it was mostly from fear of what he might do if they say the wrong thing. Not that he could blame them.

Now this clown was inviting him over, making everyone else uncomfortable by doing so. Any minute, someone would explain to him that he always did that, and to leave him b...

"Yeah! Come on Vegeta!"

"Get over here tough guy!"

"Join the party!"

"Get over here!"

"Why are you over there, the party is here!"

"Sit with us Dad!"

"Vegeta come over!"

He was stunned for a moment. They WANTED him over there? As in, with them? A smile graced his face, and he turned his head to look out the window. For some odd reason, being asked to join them felt..well it felt good. Not that he would join them. The Prince of all Saiyains does have his pride, and it was not ready to join them yet. Maybe in a few years.

That was until Goku wrapped one arm around Vegeta and pulled him over to the table. Vegeta's face flushed as he threatened Goku with anything he could think of.

"Kakkarot, I will gut you, and wrapped your intestines around this damn ceiling fan if you do not let me go!"

"Aww, come on Vegeta. The party is no fun without you." he grinned, arm gesturing to Piccolo who was sitting next to 18. "Look, even Piccolo came out from his corner!"

Goku gruffly pushed Vegeta into a chair next to Bulma. Immediately the Prince tried to get up, only to be stayed by Bulma's hand on his shoulder. She leaned down, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Welcome to the party." she whispered. Bulma then continued to throw things into the conversation with Goku, her hand still on Vegeta's shoulder. Slowly he relaxed, listening to everyone talk.

Okay, he thought. Maybe my pride can take this. There is always a first time for everything.

I re watched Celebrations with Majin Buu, and I love the ending part with Vegeta. Just thinking about how that went in his mind.

Now back to work on my other fic!