-+Shut the hell up.+-

Vegeta can't believe he lost a chess match to his rival, resulting in a humiliating dare. For an entire week, the proud Saiyan Prince must dress in clothing that makes him look 'gay'—an outcome that infuriates him beyond measure. He's already threatening violence if his rival tries anything, but will his pride survive this ordeal?

-+Shut the hell up.+-

Vegeta can't believe he lost a chess match to his rival, resulting in a humiliating dare. For an entire week, the proud Saiyan Prince must dress in clothing that makes him look 'gay'—an outcome that infuriates him beyond measure. He's already threatening violence if his rival tries anything, but will his pride survive this ordeal?

Vegeta has fucking had it.

He couldn't believe he signed up for this, yet here he was...in a torn up undershirt, and jeans that were tight enough to REALLY seal the fact that he looked like a fucking fag, and could rip at ANY moment. How did he end up in this, anyway?

Oh, he remembers now...How could he NOT? His rival had dared him to take up a challenge. All he had to do was win a game at chess, and Vegeta would've had them as a house maid for a month.

Surely in a game of mental strength (of which he was SURE his rival didn't have any), Vegeta would win easily, right?

NO.

They fucking won, surprising the prince. He had never seen that idiot move with such casual intelligence, convinced he was so fucking dumb that anything besides fighting turned his brain off.

Now, Vegeta is sitting here, embarrassed (and so rightfully annoyed).

Before his rival could even get a word out, Vegeta placed a finger on their lips.

"One word, and I'm blowing you to kingdom come," Vegeta said, in an attempt to hide his ever so slightly growing arousal and his embarrassment. He was going to kill them for this.

Just not now.