Author's notes: I'm afraid I'm not going to be here for a quite awhile since mom has to move offices and the computers have to be connected in order to be taken to her office(s). Thus, it will be a while before I type any more stories for the Fanfiction.net community. To someone named 'anna', can you please stop sending repetitive reviews to me! I have about 10 of them that say the same thing already! But thanks anyway.
Chapter 3: Newfound LoveVegeta felt warm caresses traveling down his cold skin and he stirred slightly. An eye cracked open and the first thing he was a fair face staring down at him. Black hair went in all directions and the red gi was familiar to him. There was also that smell. That unique smell only one could have. Goku.
'Heya, Vegeta! Did you have a good sleep?'
'What are you doing here? In my house?!'
Goku's face set in a frown as he was puzzled at that question.
'Your house? Don't you remember? Last night?'
'What about last night?'
Vegeta asked, turning round to try to block Goku's piercing image out of his vision.
'Well, you came to my house last night because you needed a place to sleep.'
Suddenly Vegeta felt as if a bucket of cold water was splashed into his face. Memories of last night deluged into his groggy brain and the pain of betrayal felt fresh. Bulma. That stupid bitch. And Yamcha too. He had the strong desire to kill the both of them on that night but he stopped right before he released the energy blast. Maybe he was going too soft.
'Vegeta? Are you okay?'
'Yeah,' came the soft reply and Vegeta felt rather happy when Bulma cheated on him. That would mean he would have more freedom, more time to do what he wanted to do. Forget her. He can live without her. Without anyone, really. His pride rose as he thought of that this was how a saiyan prince should live: by himself and with no help from anyone else because time didn't call for it. He turned again and gasped involuntarily as pain went though him. The ribs, he forgot about the broken ribs. He should have been healed by now. But he must get up. He must train for the tournament that was to come in four years.
Slowly he rose to his feet and steadied himself when nausea washed over him. Then he walked at a medium pace, not wanting to show any weakness to his rival. To show weakness is to be weak. Goku just stared at the figure walking painfully to the kitchen. Concerned for his friend, he followed him and was glad that he done so because Vegeta was groaning, staggering to the ground; his hands were holding his chest tightly.
'Whoa there! You need to rest some more!' Goku advised, catching the shorter saiyan before he hit the ground. Vegeta tried to protest but he gave up and let Goku handle him, which he did very well. The taller saiyan flew to the bedroom and laid Vegeta on the mattress, who had gone down in the way of unconsciousness. He undressed Vegeta, leaving only boxer shorts on to save Vegeta's dignity, and looked at the wounds. He remembered seeing Vegeta all banged up after the explosion near the Capsule Corp, home of Bulma and her family. And this helped him to identify the serious wounds from not so serious ones. Four ribs seemed to be broken but it seemed that Bulma had gone her way to bandage those tightly but there were the scrapes to worry about. A huge gash that had dried blood welled up in it was on Vegeta's outer right thigh and Goku got up, and exited out of the room to get some alcohol to clean the gash. The next minute he was back, using instant transmission, and went back to cleaning Vegeta up. He got out a small piece of cloth and placed dabs of alcohol on the cloth. Carefully he put it on Vegeta's leg and it shook slightly. Vegeta gasped but did nothing more. After that, he bandaged it and covered Vegeta's body with the heavy quilt. The taller saiyan, satisfied with what he did with Vegeta, departed from the room and started the day without him.
A few hours later, Vegeta woke up again and felt more refreshed, although there was that itching sensation around his waist. Amazing. Bulma's bandage for him survived day two. He made an effort to get up but tiredness was still clinging to him in the way an ex would cling to her lover. Goku must have heard him for Vegeta heard footsteps quietly strolling down the corridor and it stopped at the doorway with the figure looking at him sitting in bed.
'Better now?' Was Goku's question.
'Yeah.'
'You had me worried there for a sec,' Goku continued, getting closer but not to close to make Vegeta uncomfortable. The shorter saiyan noticed something that he had not seen before. He had never really noticed the redness of his lips, or the brightness of his eyes or maybe his carefree expression on his face. He was so happy that even when something bad happen to him, he wouldn't burst his top, unlike Vegeta. Huh. Vegeta would blast anybody if they annoy him. Unfortunately for him, his friends were always there to stop him.
'So, tell me what happened.' Goku abruptly said, sending his thoughts off course. Vegeta's head snapped in his direction and there was that hard glare at first but it softened into a hurt one then into a happy one.
'Bulma cheated on me with Yamcha.'
'What? Are you sure? I don't think Bulma would have done that if she loved you.'
'That's the problem. She loved me. But I really don't care. Besides I have someone else.'
'Who? I bet it was that pretty girl you saw back in that bookstore in Gingertown.' Goku joked, despite of a weird shining in the black globes. Vegeta knew the signal and he was sort of glad that Goku was hoping for something that should never have happened between rivals.
'You, Kakarott,' Vegeta replied gently. Goku had a shocked expression on his face but another second later, he beamed with pride that he was coveted by the saiyan prince.
'Really?' Goku implored, desperately hoping it would be true.
'No, not really,'Vegeta said sarcastically, pushing Goku away. 'Yes, dumbass. Who else? Krillin? No because he's too short and already has a wife. Gohan? No. He's married to that girl, Videl. Trunks is my son and I'm not a pervert…'
The next thing he knew of was being in Goku's strong arms, tightly hugged by the heavier saiyan.
Vegeta felt the need to push him off of him but instead, he welcomed it with open arms and kissed him on the cheek. But Goku was the one who pushed him back and he grabbed Vegeta's shoulders rather forcefully.
'Are you sure this is what you want? This is not a joke? Please Vegeta. I don't want my heart broken again.'
Vegeta knew what his new lover meant by that. Chichi had died just half a decade ago and Goku has just finished his mourning a week before the Capsule Corp explosion. He didn't want to devastate his lover's heart and earnestly looked at Goku straight in the eye.
'Yes,' Vegeta's hand went up to Goku's cheek, 'I'm damn sure this is what I want.'
Goku kissed the hand and then pecked Vegeta's lips quickly.
'Well. We better get change and hopefully train for that future tournament, eh?' Goku said, getting up, once again, towering over Vegeta. Vegeta did the same thing but with some effort. However, he was in his boxer shorts and his penis was slightly erect. Vegeta made sure that Goku didn't feel or see it and got dressed before he could.
They had toast and five glasses of orange juice for breakfast on that morning and an hour later were sparring with each other intensely. The sounds of gun shots cracked the still air and the energy blasts destroyed almost half of the cliffs in the environment.
