Goku let Vegeta reposition his hands on either side of his head. He sniffed ozone generated from tingling ki shackles creeping around either wrist, along with twin rings over his ankles. Something struck him as oddly familiar about this whole predicament. The last time Vegeta had imprisoned Goku in this manner he had backhanded Goku viciously on either cheek hard enough to nearly dislocate his neck from his shoulders.
Fortunately this time Vegeta had anything but revenge in mind. Realizing the shift from violence to lasciviousness, Goku inwardly rejoiced. As long as Vegeta focused on sating his sexual urges, the Prince would refrain from destroying the very life he had created on Earth. Just what form that life would take after today was beyond Goku's reckoning. If he closed his eyes tightly he could envision Chichi's angry tight lipped expression staring at him. Only hours after he returned he had sat down at dinner. Goten was off training with Trunks so they where alone.
His eyes swam with tears at the bitter memories. Vegeta through the rapport they had forged unwittingly suddenly absorbed the barbs. The Prince had no desire to stop what he next saw from Goku's memories, because he owed it to the third class for his own understanding.