Son Gohan stretched lazily in the warm February sunshine. It was nice not to have snowed on Valentine's Day. But, he thought bitterly. I'd rather have my Ouji wrapped around me rather than the sun. He rolled onto his side and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. The black-haired young man had just had a fight with the one man that made his life worth living, the one that everyone thought was a bastard, but tasted sweeter than chocolate, the Prince of the Saiyans, Vegeta. Gohan had wanted to do something special for Valentine's Day, seeing as how it was a holiday celebrated by couples, but the stubborn prince's pride had cut in once again and he had full-heartily refused.

The Son had then tried persuasion on him, but that hadn't worked. Pleading didn't help either, as it only made him appear like a ningen in the Ouji's eyes. And what eyes they are……Gohan thought dreamily, sighing as he thought of the pools of liquid velvet that seemed to make him drown in their depths. Anyway, Vegeta had been a total bastard and refused once again and finally stormed out of their room in Capsule Corp. angrier than a hornet.

After that, the only times that Gohan had seen his beloved prince was from the outside of his training capsule. Vegeta hadn't come out in days, and when he did, it was for food, drink, and bodily functions only. The Son was suspicious that he even slept in there. It's just no fair! Trunks and Goten are going out for Valentine's Day, why can't he relax and let me pamper him for once? That thought was quickly dismissed. Vegeta no Ouji let someone pamper him? It was unheard of! Rolling onto his back, there was only one thing for him to do: humiliate himself to the best of his abilities on Valentine's Day.

"The only problem is: how am I going to do that?"

While the older Son tried to think of a way to humiliate himself in front of Vegeta, said Saiyan was training in his capsule at 450 times normal gravity. He had never been so angry in his entire life! Celebrate that ningen holiday indeed! You won't see the Saiyan Prince act like a love-struck teenager just because of a baka holiday! He was so steamed that he forgot to dodge the energy blast that he had fired and it hit him right in the stomach.

"KUSO!" he shouted and clutched his stomach.

Since it was his own blast, he knew how much power it contained and when it hit, it was painful. Grunting under his breath, Vegeta decided it was time to take a break. He hadn't come out of the capsule since he had stormed out of his and Gohan's room after their argument. Turning down the gravity back to normal, the short Saiyan made his way into Capsule Corp. Since his mate Bulma had died, it had become his and now he lived there with his son, Trunks, and his daughter, Bra. It was hard for him to look at his daughter sometimes because it constantly reminded him of the fiery woman that irritated him, that fought with him, that challenged him and that loved him. Hn, love, as if I could be loved.

With heavy footsteps and an even heavier heart at the thought he might not be able to be loved, Vegeta made his way back into Capsule Corp. and to the refrigerator for something to eat. He rummaged around, trying to see if there was anything that could suit a proper Saiyan's appetite.

"Hn, looks like I should send one of the brats out to get the food again, we're running low."

"Ohayo Papa," said a voice.

"Trunks," he acknowledged.

The purple-haired, amethyst demi-Saiyan walked to the fridge after his father moved away and began to see what there was to eat. He pulled out a large leftover sub from a nearby deli that had been there since last night and too a bite of it. Taking an enormous chunk to satisfy even a demi's appetite, Trunks nodded in satisfaction and watched his father.

"What the hell are you looking at brat?"

"I was just wondering if you and Gohan-san had patched things up yet. I guess not since you're still an ass. No wait, that's my mistake, you're always an ass except after you and Gohan get done fucking."

"One more word out of your mouth boy and you'll regret being born."

"Papa, no offense, but your bark hasn't had any bite to it these past few days and you don't scare me so don't try. I mean come on, you haven't been the same since you and Gohan had that fight."

Vegeta grumbled in Saiyago under his breath and turned his back to his son so he couldn't see that he was right. That boy is right……Kami I hate to admit that. Sighing, he went to the living room and decided to take a quick nap on the couch before he went upstairs and showered. Collapsing onto the couch, the Saiyan Prince closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.

While he was asleep, Gohan crept quietly into the building and then into his prince's room. He had found a way to humiliate himself in order to show his prince how much he really meant to him. Scattering a few things around the Ouji's room, Gohan nodded in satisfaction. A lot of the things were chocolate, since he knew that was the prince's only weakness. Ever since they had used chocolate in one of their plays, Vegeta hadn't been able to get enough of it. Grinning sneakily, he ducked back into Trunks' room and explained his plan.

A few hours later, Vegeta opened his eyes and was immediately aware of how bad he smelled. Disgusting, I smell almost as bad as that baka Kakkarot. Shuddering at the thought of that low-class mongrel, he rose and stretched, feeling his back crack in several places. Managing to make it up the stairs to his room, he pushed open the door and gaped. Chocolate Hershey kisses, one of his favorite things to play with while he was with Gohan, scattered the floor. A single red carnation lay on the pillow with a note and he walked over to read it.

Ouji-sama,

Now that I've kissed the ground you walk on, please let me kiss you once again on those luscious lips.

Gohan

Vegeta's jaw dropped as the door closed silently behind him and there stood a smiling Gohan, who was slightly pink in the cheeks. In his hands was another red carnation and the older Saiyan smirked.

"What's all this for?"

"It's all for you."

"Oh really, and what makes you think that I'll accept all of this from you, Gohan?"

His voice was a husky purr as Gohan walked over with a gentle smile on his face and handed him the carnation. Vegeta took the delicate flower and fingered the soft petals gently.

"A red carnation means 'my heart aches for you' and my heart will always ache for you Ouji-sama. You mean the most to me, more than anything, and let me love you like never before."

Vegeta felt a hot blush rising in his cheeks and Gohan wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close while the shorter Saiyan wrapped his arms around Gohan's neck and they kissed deeply, Vegeta's lips brushing against Gohan's satin-spun mouth and the kiss was deep and mended all of the problems they had fighting about whether to celebrate the day of romance.

It was a few hours later and the two Saiyans laid in the sweat-soaked bed and Vegeta grumbled under his breath and rose to take a shower, a slight stagger to his walk and pain enflamed his backside. As he turned on the hot water, Gohan walked around the room, picking up the scattered and empty Hershey wrappers and throwing them away, changed the sheets, and stretched, a smirk on his face that would rival that of the older Saiyan's.

"It looks like I got to celebrate Valentine's Day with you after all, Vegeta no Ouji."