Apologies And A Trip

Vegeta eyes flickered open as his hearing sense began working again, the door was opening, since Akela didn't bark he knew right away that it was Kakarot who just arrived, he angrily rubbed his eyes and got off the couch to scold the man for not answering his phone of telling the reason why he wasn't going to come back. He turns and blinks wide eyes of shock, Mr. Son's coat was gone, along with his Rolex watch, he could bet anything that his money was gone too.

"What happened to you? Did someone assault you? Did they hurt you?" Vegeta forgot everything about being angry with him for all the things he's done.

"I'm fine." Mr. Son moves to the room and starts undressing.

"Fine?! Your coat is gone! And so is your watch! You are defiantly not fine, Kakarot! Tell me who did this to you!" Vegeta stomped his small foot on the marble floor.

"I'll explain to you, but I need you to get dressed first."

"What? Why?"

"Just do it."

Vegeta frowns and walks into the closet, being so calm after being assaulted, the coat must've cost him around 3,000 dollars, the Rolex watch was more money than what he earned in two years, the guy was filthy rich, he could easily buy another coat and watch as if they were groceries but for a humble person like himself, it was ridiculous.

Vegeta stared at the car in front of him, what the hell, where the hell did it come from and why the hell has he never seen it before! It was amazing!

"Kakarot?"

"Chevelle Malibu 1974."

"Wow...it's awesome."

"Which one do you want to take today? The Malibu or the Corvette?"

"You have a C-Corvette?"

"Yes," Kakarot nods and points to it "there it is, it's not new like the ones today, it's a 1961, sophisticated."

"It's amazing!" Vegeta pressed his hands to the car "let's take this one!"

"Alright, here."

"W-wait...you're gonna let me drive?"

"Yes. Why? Should I not?"

Vegeta snatches the keys and quickly gets in the cozy, clean vehicle and bounces excitedly when the engine roars, Kakarot raises an eyebrow with his arms crossed, his lips perk up into a smooth smirk, chuckling he takes a seat in the passenger seat next to him. The young male happily drives around New York, traffic has never been more satisfying.

"Kakarot, umm...I'm sorry for acting the way I did that day and I'm also sorry for letting Akela tear up your paperwork."

A cigarette slides between plump lips, the lighter being held in that man's hand was literally made out of gold, along with the cross necklace and the ring on his middle finger, Vegeta had underestimated Mr. Son's fortune, he knew these kind of people were rich but so much gold was just unbelievable, he swallows hard when the man decides to open up a few buttons of his shirt to let some fresh air in, bronzed chest moving slowly up and down with each breath, it was too much, uncontrollable, no matter how many excuses Vegeta would come up with, he missed Mr. Son's heat, the smell of cigarette on his clothes and his cologne, mint scented breath, that unique body odor.

So, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the strong neck. His heart jumped uncontrollably when that hand landed on his head, patting gently, he missed that caress, his breath hitching when long, slender fingers rubbing his nape, they stopped and stayed on the space between his ear and neck.

"Green light."

"What?" Vegeta asked dazed.

Kakarot points to the green light, the honking and angry shouts made Vegeta realize that he was stopping traffic, he blushed up to his ears and continued with the journey, driving out of New York, Mr. Son spread out his arms, resting them over the armrest and tilt his head back, the cold wind hitting against his face, tensed muscles relaxed. Vegeta nearly crashes against another car when a hand reaches out and squeezes his knee.

"What's wrong?" Kakarot smirks as he moves his hand higher squeezing his inner thigh.

"K-Kakarot don't do that."

"Next week we go to Italy. That is if you wish to go."

"...are Italian women cute?"

"They're beautiful."

"Then yes."

Kakarot chuckles "are you jealous?"

"I don't know what they are capable of! You said they are beautiful, that's a synonym of danger."

"You have nothing to worry about."

"Yeah right!" Vegeta frowns and drives into a gas station.

One week later...

Vegeta felt nervous each time he would look out the window, the houses looked so tiny and the lights shined like if it were a sky, traveling alone always made him nervous, why did Kakarot leave before him? Who the hell knows? Thing was that Italy at night was beautiful!

Once out of that agonizing plane, Vegeta looked down at the small piece of paper in his hand, it was some address, he didn't have to worry since Kakarot had given him a shit load of money so before going to that address he took the privilege to tour around Venice, taking pictures, enjoying the weather and panorama, the language was beautiful to listen to, from time to time he would stop his guide and admire everything.

He found beauty in everything with his tourist eyes, beauty in what others saw as an everyday routine. He never thought he would ever have the chance to travel to Europe, hell he never saw any of this coming! Taking fast notes, interviewing those who understood English, it was time to head to a resting place.

"Took advantage of everything, I'm guessing." Kakarot asked once the young male was done drooling over everything in the guest house.

"Is this really your house?!" Vegeta grinned like an idiot when his voice echoed around the house.

"Yes, it is. It's part of my mother's heritance, though I would've preferred to never come back."

"What? But why?"

"I have my reasons, Vegeta."

Black orbs narrow slightly, never come back? Back to the place where you were born and where you were raised and have family in...thousands of questions flooded Vegeta's head, who knows if they will ever be answered.