He stretches out in the back seat of the jeep, head thrown back, seemingly not paying attention until knee bumps knee and his leg is rudely shoved aside by a strong hand, warm against the muscles of his thigh. Pretense enough for an argument, and he says his lines by rote, throwing in insults until Goku's self control snaps and that compact, muscular body is twisting against him, all heat and motion and unwary touches.
His own hands always stray more than strictly necessary to defend himself, but Goku never notices.
Or at least, if he notices, he doesn't complain.










