I am stressed out. School is tough, life is tough. I'm finding it hard to find motivation. So, I thought I would write something I've been meaning to for a while; something to help me get motivated with my writing/schoolwork through giving me some enjoyment and a little bit of therapy. This will probably end up being a short series - maybe about 5 or 6 chapters long. To those of you waiting on updates on my other stories: Sorry, the truth is, I just felt like writing something else, so I did, and I promise to update Duality and The Great Sayian Vocation Adventure soon. I just needed to take a little break. Thanks to all of my readers for their support and critiquing. One more thing: I have also recently put up a forum to help me (and anyone else looking for a break from writing their usual stuff) kind of relax and do something else for a while. So head to my profile to find the link for it if you'd like to check it out at all. :) There's nothing there yet, just some topics I've put up as a way to get started. So, I hope you enjoy this story and I hope to see you around my new forum!

A Desire Is Not a Wish

Chapter One - The Antonym of Hope

Vegeta's eyes were downcast. He couldn't stand to bring them up. The prince's gaze was fixated on a pair of bluish-black boots. Boots he would love to see next to his bed.

Goku had come over by Bulma's beckoning. Earlier in the day, she had called the Son household and asked for Goku to come over to help her repair some cabinets. She had plenty of other options when it came to the issue, but instead of getting one of her father's employees to do it, or just buying a new one, she made the decision to take it upon herself. The first reason for this was that she had nothing to work on at the moment. No research to be done that would be of interest to her, and nothing to fix since Vegeta had been doing weight training lately, rather than blowing up sparring bots. So, the blue-haired scientist was in the mood to fix something, even if it wasn't science-related.

The second reason she had chosen to do the repairs herself was that she hadn't seen Goku in quite some time, and she had grown nostalgic in her boredom. She wanted to see her old friend, and the best way to do that would be to invite him over to help her using his strength, and then offer him a saiyan-sized lunch.

At the moment, Goku happened to be enjoying this meal at the kitchen counter, just above the newly repaired cabinets. Bulma had soon realized her body was covered in sweat from holding up boards and using power tools, and decided to take a shower on the other side of the building. Meanwhile, Vegeta was standing in the corner of the room he had just entered, which happened to be the biggest mistake of his day, since this particular room currently contained the other half of his race.

The prince cursed himself for being so careless, as his heart began to pound more loudly in his ears than the munching going on in front of him.

Goku looked up from his meal and smiled, cheeks stuffed full of much more food than he could ever hope to swallow in one go.

As much as Vegeta tried to deny it to himself, he felt Goku's smile warm him from his shoulders to his toes. This was particularly impressive, since the prince was currently leaning against the refrigerator.

"Hey, Vegeta! I didn't know you were done with your training," Goku beamed at him, bits of food falling from his mouth as he spoke.

Vegeta would have liked to be disgusted. He would have liked to insult the saiyan, grab a drink from the fridge, and exit the room. But the only thing he could bring himself to do was drop his gaze to the taller saiyan's boots and mumble something about being finished for the day.

Goku seemed to understand his answer, nodding his head and returning his attention to the rice before him as Vegeta, finally able to break his trance as Goku's eyes left him, circled around to the other side of the fridge. As he did so, he was careful not to let any part of the other man's body out of his sight. Goku happily munched away as the saiyan prince's eyes slid down his torso, watching the muscles in his arms work at the food.

He grabbed for the water bottle he had been after, and missed. His attention was elsewhere.

The taller saiyan's sculpted obliques caused his upper body to form a perfect triangle shape with his massive shoulders, coming to a stop where it joined his hips, which were seated right above his flawless…

After exploring what he could for a good few seconds, Vegeta forced himself to snap out of it, and grunted a leave-taking to the other saiyan before walking into the other room. He slumped into the couch and turned on the TV. Not that anything on the television had before or would ever interest him, but he needed a reason to be in that room, besides its perfect vantage point.

Once he forced himself to stop staring, only for the obvious reason that eventually Goku would finish his meal and turn around, Vegeta turned his gaze to the television set, and opened his water. However, this could not stop his thoughts from turning over and over in his head; one thought in particular: why can't I stop wishing for what I can not, will not, should not have?

He wanted to blow a hole through the wall in front of him, but instead, he finished his water, tossed the bottle to the floor, and strode up the stairs, wishing that his desire would be…not to desire.