I'll Never Let You Go
Vegeta sighed as he sat down cautiously on the edge of the bed and
moved to stretch out lazily beside his just newly found lover.
Yaumcha, fast asleep, didn't stir even as the mattress lightly
tilted
with the saiyan no ouji's movements. Eyes closed, breathing
heavy, he
slept peacefully, just the way that the prince had found him when
he'd finally arrived back home from a vigorous day of training.
The
slightly, shorter man reached down to stroke one of his lover's
scarred cheeks, with awe at how beautiful his koi looked in the
moonlight. He was glad that he had such a sight to come home to. He
never regretted the day that he'd taken the once "lone
wolf" for his
mate. And while looking down at the earthling man he realized that
fate had truly looked upon him kindly to deliver such a gift into his
arms.
Laying down and closing his eyes, Vegeta inhaled deeply. Exhaling, he
felt his mind begin to fade until he could almost feel another
existence well up inside as sleep overcame him. Darkness flowed
through ever crack and crevice of his being, deepening with every
shallow, exhausted breath he took. Almost as if he fell through the
levels of consciousness he descended. Deeper and deeper…and
deeper…
and…
"Vegeta."
Inhaling sharply the saiyan's eyes flashed open in utter shock as
a
brilliant light seemed to flash awake in his mind. Sitting up with
one swift movement, the prince glanced around, confused in disbelief
at what was going on. Glaring left and right, a subtle flicker of
curiosity ran through him as all that he could see far out into the
distance on all sides was an empty dark. "What the…"
"Vegeta."
Spinning around as if it was the devil himself he might see, Vegeta
swiftly moved into a fighting stance, fists up and ready.
"Show yourself!"
A shadowed figure slunk out of the depths of the shadows, staring
deep into his onyx eyes with a fierce longing. The saiyan no
ouji's
fists slowly lowered to remain lax by his sides as he stared back
with disbelief.
"Kakarot…?"
"Yes Vegeta…It's me. Finally, I've…"
"What the heck is going on!?! You-you're not supposed to be
here!"
"Oh, I'm not?" Goku asked with laughter in his voice.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed, not knowing if this was some trick of the
mind or some other devious trick.
"You and I both know what happened, Kakarot."
"Yes, but there's something that you don't know..."
"What?!?! That you've decided to come back and torture me
some more?
Come to haunt me now, have you? When you left you should have stayed
away! I don't want to see you nor speak to you anymore, you
deserter!
You knew full well!" Turning away from Goku's sudden solemn
expression, Vegeta stared into the pitch darkness that lay ahead of
him with wandering eyes.
"You knew full well…"
Two strong arms encircled him and Vegeta, suddenly not having the
energy to struggle, looked up into those deep dark eyes. Almost as
deep as the shadows surrounding them.
"I've been waiting so long to touch you again, Vegeta. To
feel your
skin against mine…to look into your soul all over again."
Vegeta just snorted, but Goku continued on, unshaken.
"To hold you again. I've had to spend so much time away from
you; I
realized how painful it was. How much of a mistake I made leaving
you."
"Yes, well now you've got all of eternity to think about what
a baka
yarou you are!" Vegeta shouted, whirling out of Goku's arms.
"I was
there, finally opening my heart to let a 3rd class baka like you in,
because I believed in you! I was there for you and I believed in you!
In your abilities, your strength and you're love. And instead of
seeing what you finally had, you left it all behind. To run off with
some stupid dragon in the end! To save this dirt clod you call Earth!
But, that's not the point. I am prince of all saiyans and for
once I
bowed down for you! And you rammed it back down my throat like the
dog you are…filth, that's exactly what you are. Filth."
A hurt expression wallowed across Goku's face. "But, I
realized my
mistake, koi. And I've come back. I've been so far away from
you that
all I ever felt was pain. I realized that I could never really let
you go, because we are one, Vegeta-kun. That's why there was so
much
pain in my heart…and why I came back!"
"Well, now you can go back from where ever you came from. And
don't
you ever dare call me koi again. I loved you once, but never again.
Besides I've found someone that compared to you, is gold. I
don't
care about you leaving anymore, mainly because it was my fault…my
fault for ever thinking I loved you in the first place. But, you
showed me the errors of my ways. As always, Kakarot."
The sneer that erupted from Goku's features almost made Vegeta
shudder, regretting what he'd just said. But he didn't have
the time
for anything else before he found himself face to face with the much
taller saiyan, his feet no longer touching the ground because of the
rough hand that grasped him by the shirt and above the ground.
"Who..."
"I...he…" Vegeta paused, fearful that Goku may have some
plan of
revenge against his Yaumcha. But, after a moment of deep thought he
realized that the only way that Goku had even contacted him was
because they had once been bonded, and traces of it still lingered.
"Yaumcha…," barely an audible whisper.
"Idiot! What have you done!?!"
"I...I…"
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?"
"You've lost it...gone mad."
The prince grimaced noticeably as one of Goku's hands moved up to
wrap around his throat tightly.
"NO YOU'VE GONE MAD! YOU ARE MINE, DO YOU HEAR? NO BAKA
NINGEN IS
GOING TO CHANGE THAT! WE ARE BONDED! NOTHING BREAKS A BOND! I AM
YOURS AS YOU ARE MINE!"
"You are nothing, Kakarot…And no I am not yours. Now
I…urk…suggest
you...leave."
It was getting harder to breath let alone speak, as Goku's grip
tightened.
"I'm not going anywhere, Vegeta. And you're staying with
me, where
you belong."
"You can't make me stay," he said defiantly. I'm
going to wake up any
moment and you're going to disappear. And I'm going to forget
this
stupid dream and forget you!"
"Oh you think so, my little prince...hmm?" he whispered into
the
prince's ear, even as the smaller man still hung. "You think
you can
get away?" Vegeta's facial expression turned from doubt to
absolute
fear as raw power began to erupt from Goku's form. Goku just
sneered
with a deadly look in his eyes.
"We'll see about that."
Yaumcha rolled over to snuggle against the body that was stretched
out beside him, wrapping his arms around the figure lovingly.
Yawning, he just fell into the embrace, not bothering to open his
eyes to look his companion in the face.
"Glad to see you're home, Vegeta-kun. I missed you…,"
Yaumcha mumbled
still half asleep.
But, Vegeta didn't answer. Not a sound.
"It's so lonely and boring when you're not around,
Geta-chan…And we
haven't been spending much time together lately, have we? I was
thinking that a little vacation of the sorts is due, don't you
think,
Veggie-kun?"
Yaumcha opened his eyes and blinked into the hollow nape of
Vegeta's
neck, his arms still wrapped around the ouji's waist, chin
resting on
the shorter man's shoulder. Usually, Yaumcha was able to get a
riot
out of Vegeta for using those god awful nicknames that Vegeta hated
so much. He always said they were childish and demeaning even though
Yaumcha loved to refer to the prince as "his little
vegetable". But,
tonight he wasn't even giving the slightest reply. Sitting up
with a
huff, Yaumcha glared down at the saiyan with lover's anger in his
eyes.
"Well, you don't have to be such a prick about it, Vegeta!
You may
think of me as some play doll that you can just run to now and then,
but I actually want to spend some…"
The once lone wolf stared down, horror and realization slowly filling
his mind. His voice faltered as he tried to find a voice inside to
call Vegeta's name…But, all went blank as all sanity fell
away and
raw screams filled his throat.
Blood oozed out from between the saiyan no ouji's lips, slightly
parted, as it trickled down his chin and onto his shirt. Almost
seeming symbolic, in a way, it dribbled down his chest, forming a
crude, red mess just over his heart, the cold and lifeless organ
having suddenly erupted only moments ago. His eyes stared above,
unseeing and clouded, not showing the slightest bit of the defiant,
proud life he once held within.
The screams echoed throughout the halls of the house and through the
neighbourhood without mercy on the rest of the sleeping city. But, if
Yaumcha's screams had had the chance to cease for only a moment
he
would have heard something that would have said it all. A whisper of
a voice, almost inaudible, inside the depths of his shattered mind.
"Mine…"