I need to get some gay vomit out, so here's this. This whole story is a bunch of little oneshots, spanning from 1000 to 5000+ words. Various pairings, though expect mostly Goku/Vegeta.

That's about it in general, so here we go.

The first oneshot is a little au, no dragon balls or crazy strong evil people to kill everyone, just a little coffeehouse meet up scenario.

Pairing: Goku/Vegeta

Vegeta sat at his usual spot in his usual coffeehouse, drinking his usual order of espresso macciato. The unusual aspect of this visit was how cramped the stop was, people at every table, and a rare empty seat here or there, one happening to be on the other side of his booth.

He had been sitting there for quite a while, sipping on his coffee and people watching, writing in a small leather notebook he kept on him almost always.

At this point he had tuned out the almost constant ringing of a bell as the door swung open and closed, letting the entire house know when someone was coming or going.

People came in, ordering several drinks then leaving with them all on a cardboard holder, or some chose to stay and admire the modest albeit rustic decor of the small space.

The room filled with quiet conversation and not so quiet laughter. The mood of the place charming and comfortable.

The bell rung again, just as Vegeta happened to be looking up. A young man, taller than him by quite a bit, and walking with a sort of confidence Vegeta had never seen walked in.

Vegeta admired him as he stood in line. This man was obviously well built and strong, lithe but prominent muscles covered what was visible of his arms, and his face was pleasant to look at. He had a boyish face, round cheeks with not a trace of facial hair to be found. His eyes were wide and curious, but not so much that he looked naive.

Overall he was very handsome. Vegeta peered over the rim of his cup as he looked him over, inspecting how he held himself. Vegeta flicked open his leather notebook and sketched the man, as he usually did when he saw interesting people. He clicked his tongue when he finished, giving the sketch a once over before deciding to do another.

The line dwindled down and the man walked further toward the counter with every person that was served. The general anxiety of the potential of either this man leaving of seating himself across from himself was prominent in Vegetas mind. There was a good chance this man would leave and Vegeta would never see him again, and there was also the chance that he would find himself across from this man, far too close for Vegeta to be comfortable with. But he could also find a seat next to other people in the coffeehouse, never to notice Vegeta at all, leaving him to admire from afar.

All of the thinking had gotten to Vegeta, and when he tuned back in, the man was at the counter, halfway through ordering his drink. Vegeta felt his stomach drop at the sudden to be or not to be situation at hand.

The man was handed his drink by a blushing waitress. He turned, exposing a ceramic cup in his hands.

So he's staying.

A spark fired in Vegeta's heart as he had a full frontal view of his admiree, a broad shouldered man with strange hair that looked like he had just rolled out of bed.

He looked around, obviously searching for a spot to relax. His eyes met Vegeta's, and a slow bright smile split his face. His careful but confident gait toward Vegeta's booth was tell-tale.

Jesus Mary and Joseph Stalin he's coming over here.

Suddenly Vegeta's heart was in his throat. He tried to drown it with his now lukewarm coffee, but to no avail.

He set his cup down before sitting, the clink it made with the glass table sounding like a judges gavel in Vegetas ears.

"So, uh," He chuckled, "Mind if I, uh, sit here?"

Christ on a bike he is gorgeous.

Vegeta swallowed. "Sure."

He smiled wider, sitting across from Vegeta. "Perfect."

The nameless stranger had a voice that somehow made Vegeta picture him as a lumberjack. He spoke lowly, the the baritone in his speech giving the sound a vibrant touch.

Vegeta hastily took his notebook out again, sketching his face as well and as detailed as he could in the limited time they had together. If anything, if this didn't go further than this table, Vegeta would have the sketch of this beautiful stranger.

"So, what's your name?"

The question gave Vegeta a glimmer of hope. He cleared his throat. "Vegeta."

Somehow the man's mouth grew wider in response to Vegeta's answer.

"And yours?" Vegeta looked to the side, taking a break from the blinding shimmer in the man's eyes.

"Goku." He responded, looking down into his cup while drinking from it.

Vegeta had nothing to say. He watched as Gokus eyes crossed when he watched the drink disappear under his lips. Vegeta flipped backwards in his book and labeled his sketches of the man with his name in capItal letters.

"Look, Vegeta. I'm awful at small talk. So let me tell you this without you freaking out."

Such a long sentence made Vegeta drop his pencil in his lap. The sudden suspense had his gaze pinned to the now finished sketch of Gokus face. It had seemed as if he was looking at him through the drawing.

"Yes?" Vegeta could barely find his words where they were stuck in his throat.

"I find you painfully attractive." Goku had set his cup down, admiring the way Vegetas face reddened to the tips of his ears.

Still unable to fully find his voice, Vegeta responded with as much confidence as he could gather.

"Likewise."

A low chuckle came from Goku, the same deep pitch as before. He sipped his coffee again as Vegeta stared at him with wide eyes.

To Vegeta, Gokus laugh was a sound to behold. Almost as beautiful as its maker.

Goku set his cup down again, the sound it made not a determined as before. He was losing his bravado.

"So where do we go from here?" He asked quietly, inspecting the light swirly patterns in his cup.

"Where do you want to go from here?" Vegeta asked in response, his own confidence gaining strength witnessed Goku become nervous.

"Well, Vegeta, I would say my place, but that'd be a bit forward, don't you think?"

Vegeta chuckled, downing the rest of his coffee.

"Not at all. Let's go."