I don't---

FRAGMENTS: SON GOKU (KAKKAROT) TO VEGETA

Dear Vegeta,

I don't---

---know what to say…

I—

know nothing of

those sufferings as

you do.

I—don't

understand those

types of things.

Many people

think me a naïve,

stupid,

idiotic,

happy-go-lucky

kind of guy.

Sometimes it hurts.

When I can't pull through.

I wonder—

What everyone will think if

I fail.

And I do,

In many ways fail.

If you want to think of it

this way,

I have failed my Saiyajin people,

by forgetting…

But—but—I'm glad I failed.

When you fail, you learn.

When you learn, you succeed.

Though I may not know

Of the sulfurous ways…

And harsh frontiers of the battle bays,

I know of—

Love.

Of pure Love.

And I know—

That you might know it too—

If you only opened

Your eyes…

It can come from the most—

--unlikely of places…

It emanates from

the heart.

And,

deny it as you might!

you do have a

heart!

That is why—

when you first came here—

at the end of the battle,

I pleaded

--for your

--life…

That genki-dama would—

Have killed you—

Had you not had

Some good in you…

(though it's masked, hidden, buried…)

I know the joy of

A wife and son;

A family….

And I hope that one day

--you will be

---blessed as well…

Vegeta…

You're not as cold

or cruel

as you believe yourself to be!

I don't know why…

But—

Even when I first met you—

I favored you over Nappa or Raditz!!

I still argue over—

--whether it was—

Your power?

Was it because I feared you?

Or did I sense a faint trace

of Good

in you?

I bet you find it—

--ridiculous—

that you got mixed up

-with our rag-tag group!!

Hahaha!

I guess it was destiny!!

I am sorry that you suffer,

I really, really am…

even though I don't---

'understand'

---it all, you say…

Y'know…

I remember,

When I was a little boy,

When I found out my grampa died…

I was numb.

I was shocked.

I felt alone for a moment…

But I turned to

my animal friends

for comfort!

I guess these types of feelings are the only ones that can even identify with yours.

And I was reluctant—

--to admit—

-even when there was evidence-

that Grampa's killer

-was me!!

I feel guilt—

--which I want to push back!

I made excuses..

I blamed my Saiyajin blood!

I blamed others…

I even,

-in a moment's insanity-

blamed you!

And then---

There's the matter…

Of being late…

I'm always so late!!

Late to the battlefield…

Like in our first battle…

The cost—

Were lives.

The lives of my friends.

If you hadn't waited

--those three hours…

then-then-Gohan…..

Which brings another point—

I haven't been there enough for my family lately…

I'm glad they love me bunches…

Or I might have been disowned already!! Haha!

I am lucky!

Sometimes I just don't realize how lucky!!

I have many friends—

But also many enemies!

And I do consider you a friend.

(Though an odd friend.)

I have a deep respect for you…

Not only because of what you've been through,

But because you are a great fighter…

I have learned from you as you have from me.

(By the way, your technique is better than mine!)

You are strong-willed.

I can see the

-fire clearly in your eyes…

Say, I think your hairs sympathizes with your will!

It is a flame as well.

And mine sympathizes with me because

It's goofy!

It's strange to be the

--last of the Saiyajin…isn't it?

And to think—

I denied it at first! Haha!

It hurt…

It hurt to find

--out that I was different.

But I learned to accept.

I remember when I first felt the real Saiyajin blood surge through my veins.

It was… when you

--died.

I never dreamed—at the time—how hard it

--would be…

--to be rendered the last in

--a mere instant…

I was the last then.

But I swear…

We shared a common link…

And that moment proved it.

Before,

When we were recovering…

We shared nightmares and—something…

I'm not quite sure… A common destiny?

I saw your thoughts…

I saw the Saiyajins and how they worked…

And I saw your immense pride….

Your pride…*whew*

It's one thing you have to be proud of! Haha!

But—but—I had never—previous to Namek—

-touched a dead body..

You may not know,

-but I was the one who—

buried

you…

And when I picked you up…

You were so limp…

And I realized how small you were…

Almost like a child…

You were cold—

-and-

so—dead.

You were surprisingly light…

Except for your head…

-which—

lolled backward..

-heavily…

Your tears were…

…still wet…

...on your face…

And I was terrified

..to hold a body-

which I knew was

dead!

But—

I came a step closer

to understanding why—

you are the way

you are…

Your emotion…

And the strength of the Saiyajin people—newly found—gave me strength.

Thank you.

Vegeta, I want to be

-your friend

-so please don't

-envy me.

I am your friend.

And if you ever need-

my help,

I'm here!

Haha! And Vegeta,

I'm not offended by being similar to you!

I admire you,

my fellow

Saiyajin

warrior.

Your friend,

Son Goku!

(Kakkarot)

P.S.

*gasp* You called me an idiot!

Author: I own nothing, but my opinion, do not sue me!

Well…Goku isn't exactly the most dramatic character, and he may seem slightly OOC to some of you… but this is fanfiction.

--There is a belief circulating that this is a *yaoi story.

--Gomen (Sorry), *yaoi fans. It wasn't originally written that way!

--But, you are all entitled to your own opinions are interpretations.

--Think of it as you please.

--Thank you.

--Ja ne!