You are far away as the earth
Though you say I light your thoughts
Night after night
Soon you forget
He
sighed, a sweet sound. Untameable locks, almost like motionless fire grew
from his head. Though short in stature, his coal black eyes looked as if
they could pierce a soul, making him appear as a huge being. Bulging muscles
could not be hidden by the satin tuxedo that fit him so well. The colour
of the sky at night, almost black but not quite, a gorgeous blue colour,
with a bright golden square pattern stitched around the edges. In one hand
he held a rose--a crimson beauty the colour of blood--to his nose and breathed
deeply in it's rich scent. The softness did not scratch his nose, and so
he was not tempted to sneeze and disturb his regal beauty.
We are drifting in this dance
I can feel you circle my heart
Keeping such a graceful distance
So close but somehow apart
The
other was something of an opposite when compared to companion. He was tall
and though his hair had the same wild quality, it had far a different shape.
While little one's could be compared to fire, his was perhaps described
best as a wave on the ocean. It was even blue tinted in certain lights,
and the way it rose, dipped, and fell down again. His eyes, though they
had the same darkness as his friend's, were light-hearted and had a sense
of open warmth in them, although they betrayed him in telling of his lack
of intelligence. His muscles were, as most men with his age and occupation,
undeniably huge. The man's own tuxedo did not hide his arms as well as
his companions, the sleeves were almost ugly in their bulging appearance.
The formal clothes he wore were far from customary--it was a childish sort
of violet colour, with a deep-set garnet instead of a bow set at his neckline.
He wore, as he so often did, the sweet grin across his face that could
light up the darkest of rooms.
Sometimes I cry for you
Knowing you don't want me to
Sometimes I whisper to the stars
Up in the sky
"I still don't understand why we're participating in this, Kakarot..." mumbled the smaller one in a scratchy voice, tinged with annoyance that assured a swift death to those who annoyed him.
"Uh, Chichi and Bulma wanted us to..."
"And?"
"And we're afraid of them."
There
was a short pause. Then finally--"Good point."
That I want to find the way to your soul
Kiss in the sun when the morning comes
You don't seem to count the hours
When we are not together
Hardly an hour later, the two ( accompanied by their wives, who, though somewhat dressed up, would not admit the fact that their husbands were better looking then them ) stepped into an elegantly lit room, one that looked as if it might be constructed of diamond or at least crystal, the way it glistened so enchantingly. Even Vegeta, in his cruel attitude and hatred for life could not help but to let the beauty of the light that filled the room lift his heart.
The girls were as giddy as if they were Junior Highschoolers. Giggling and pointing and whispering to each other, they moved away from their mates as if they didn't know they were there.
"Hey, Chichi, weren't you
going to dance with...?" Goku's voice trailed off as Chichi thoroughly
shunned him. "Guess not." he whimpered softly, hanging his head and biting
his lip in an obvious attempt to hold back childish tears. Vegeta looked
a second, then turned his head quickly as he felt a familiar flare of emotion
he was certain he wasn't supposed to experience. He might do something
embarrassing if he had made eye contact with 'Kakarot'.
I've seen a tender fire in your eyes
Yet when I'm gone you carry on
I float in this emptiness
Till at last love returns
With the night
"Chichi." The raven-haired woman did not respond, so Bulma punctuated her words by poking her companion in the arm, as she repeated her name. "Oi, Chichi."
Chichi turned to give Bulma the minor courtesy of eye contact, and Bulma grinned. "Your husband's crying."
"Oh, he's just an emotional baby." Chichi said cruely, rolling her eyes.
"Why don't you leave him?"
"He's the strongest person in the universe."
Bulma thought a moment, tilting her head so her hair fell like delicate blue waterfalls over her shoulders (I like Bulma...Couldja tell?). "So you don't love him?" she inquired.
"....."
There was no response at first. Then Chichi started giggling and waved
her hand in a gesture of carelessness. "Oh, shut up!"
And the lonely moon
In spite her giggling, someone else tapped her shoulder. Chichi turned around to see big, watery black eyes hardly a few inches from her own feminine face. Bulma gulped and backed away, to watch the fireworks.
"Ch...Chichi?" Goku whimpered, dragging his shoulders and neck down so he was the same height as his wife.
"Uhh..." the girl glanced around, caught completely off guard. After a few seconds, her natural ;defense mechanisms' kicked in. You know, what people resort to when caught in extremely embarassing and/or uncomfortable moments that they want to get out of? "Goku, go AWAY!" she squealed, stamping at his foot.
It
didn't hurt him at all--psychically. He rubbed his eyes and nodded. Tears
didn't fall. In fact, they seemed to disappear. He glided quickly off,
wading through the crowds, unnoticed by everyone. All except for a pair
of raven eyes that almost matched his own.
I am lonely like the moon
Always wanting you to be near
I embrace you till the dawn
Then with a smile
You disappear
Goku sat on a white granite bench. It was a lovely, crisp night--but he didn't noticed the clear white stars, or the painting of a sky. The warm wind that blew through his hair and shook sakura from the trees to land on his head and become entangled with his raven tresses, just to be ignored. He sat there with his head slumping, arms on his knees, close to tears but in refusal to sob.
So
absorbed in a sudden--and rapidly growing--depression, he did not hear
soft footsteps coming up behind him. He involuntarily jumped when a hand
was placed firmly on his shoulder. Goku's glance shot up to discover nothing
more then Vegeta. The Saiyajin felt a numb sense of confusion--it was not
in Vegeta's nature to comfort people ( espeically his rival ). But then,
perhaps Vegeta was not comforting him. He wasn't smiling or even looking
at him. He was staring at the pitch black horizon with a look that confirmed
that he was not really seeing anything.
We continue in our dance
There are times I think it should end
But I lose myself in rapture
And we start all over again
Minutes past, and those minutes turned into a half an hour. Eventually an hour passed by, neither of the men shifting their positions even a bit. Goku finally took it in his hands to break the quiet. He stood up, brushing Vegeta's hand from his shoulder, and in doing so caught the new song in his delicate ears. Vegeta tilted his head the tiniest amount to make eye contact with his friend, but still remained silent.
"What are you doing out here?" Goku asked, noticing his voice was shaky from the resistance of tears. Vegeta spoke finally, the first time in at least two hours.
"I
saw what happened with your wife."
Sometimes I cry for you
Knowing you don't want me to
Sometimes I whisper to the stars
Up in the sky...
Goku looked to one side quietly. Vegeta thought this looked rather well, sweet. The little ex-tyrant was running on pure instincts, and after this many years he had decided to finally let throw a small chance of shattered pride. Though he was hesitant, every instinct, every emotion, every thought seemed to be shoving him foreward to this desicion to tell what he felt.
Vegeta
reached out and quietly took Goku's hand, mentally gasping. For all the
times he'd felt it slam into his face, he never thought the skin so be
so soft, like that of the rose held in his pocket. Goku tilted his head
for a moment, taking the time to catch on. When he did he wrapped his arm
around Vegeta's waist and tugged him in close. Vegeta leaned into the semi-hug
before he could remind himself to take the little 'confession' slowly.
That I want to find the way to your soul
Kiss in the sun when the morning comes
You don't seem to count the hours
When we are not together
Ever-so-slowly,
they started to move. In a graceful waltz they covered the pearl-like tiles
of the garden. They made hardly a noise, which must have looked difficult
for the fairly tall Goku. They passed the blossoms that seemed to glow
in the moonlight, making the ones damp with water sparkle and dry white
ones stand out. Everything around the two men seemed to fade into oblivion,
until it was only these two, dancing on forever, past the time when the
Earth was just a dead rock floating in space. Far past it.
I've seen a tender fire in your eyes
Yet when I'm gone you carry on
I float in this emptiness
Till at last love returns
With the night
Both
felt as if they were going to burst out in tears. Tears or laughter. At
this second, this precious rare few moments, ones that would probably never
repeat again, two completely different people, ones seperated by personalities
and heritage and higherarchies and native lands and even gender, these
two who had been through such different lives, ones that had lived on different
planets for most of their lives on opposite sides of the universe, could
take eachother in their arms and just love.
I've seen a tender fire in your eyes
Yet when I'm gone you carry on
I float in this emptiness
Till at last love returns
With the night
Vegeta
leaned up, barely on tiptoe, and Goku tilted down. Their lips were about
to brush when Goku turned his head. "No." he muttered, more to himself
then to the man in his arms. "We can't..."
And the lonely moon
"Please, Kakarot, just this once..." Vegeta whispered, pleading. Goku looked down and smiled--a sad smile. "We can't um, you know, and we can't have children..." he said, putting his hand on the back of Vegeta's head. Vegeta imitated his movement, placing a hand between Goku's shoulderblades.
"I
wouldn't care. Just one night, I want to kiss you..."
I love the warm emotion you bring
Though there is pain, I don't complain
How you can expire me
Whenever we're together
Everytime is like a new song
You move me so
I think you know
I won't even say a word
In your arms
Or far from sight
Goku looked down, at the usually cold, void-like eyes of his favourite companion and fighting character--and felt something more. Something he'd never felt before in his life, not even for his wife. Espeically not his wife. Not lust or passion or friendship--something that, perhaps, was a case of rare true love. Vegeta's eyes blazed like comets with the wish to be able to care about the man that held him so tenderly now, and Goku could tell.
He
bent his neck just a bit, and so his and Vegeta's faces were exactly even.
Their lips made contact and their embrace tightened. They were no longer
dancing, though the song continued to play, and the wind continued to blow.
Both were simultaneously connected with a sort of faith and spiritual wholeness
that rare, precious few couples could feel. Only maybe ten in millions
and millions of trillions of living creatures across every planet in every
galaxy. Indeed, they were one soul in two bodies. Soulmates, destined to
be together like this, destined to be in this embrace, not able to be seperated
by anything. Bed was not needed, kisses were not needed, not even hugs
or "I Love You"s. These two, both men, were joined by hearts, minds and
souls. Silently the kiss ended and Goku could only watch as his beloved
walked away silently, never again able to be with his true soulmate like
that again. The now truly alone Saiyan plucked something from the ground,
that Vegeta had supposedly dropped.
I'll be your light
A scarlet rose.
Without anything to hold him captive anymore, he cried.
Like the Lonely Moon
