Author note: This, well the best word I think to describe it is angust romance; the romance comes at the very end. My friends are making fun of me because when I started writing I swore I would never write an angust or fluffy romance, but I've done both. Oh well, this story is in the views of Vegeta and Kakarrot (or Goku) and will come in three parts. I apologise in advance, I'm one of those people who believe Vegeta and Kakarrot should be a gay couple or in technical terms pro homo relationships for the last two Saiyans. And to the reader's, yes I do realize Kakarrot's married but you can't stop me. Mawhahaha. I apologise that the other story isn't going as fast and I apologise to the people who review my other stories and that aren't here now. They were removed so sorry to Heather and Goten-san (Sorry if I got you pen name wrong) By the way if there is any Kaioshin fan out there, email me because a need a couple of people to bounce ideas off for future Kaioshin stories and we can gush over Kaioshin. Mawhahaha.
Vegeta's point of view….
Alone again. But that's how I like it. Myself, Bulma and Trunks were invited to a barbeque what ever that was, by Kakarrot and his woman.
I don't even know why I brothered to come, I just end up alone anyway, sitting underneath a tree, pondering what could of happened, deep in mediation.
I didn't mind today that I was left alone because today is dedicated to remember the fallen of my species that died 40 years ago today. "Hey Vegeta" a voice breaks my concentration.
I open my eyes to see Kakarrot in front of me, smiling idiotically. "Kakarrot" I said acknowledging his present. "Vegeta, the food is almost ready," he said in a happy tone, I guess food makes most Saiyans happy.
"I'm not hungry," well I was but I didn't feel like eating. Kakarrot place a hand on my forehead, "well you don't feel hot." I slapped the caring Saiyans hand away, 'I'm not sick, I just don't feel like eating, that's all!" Kakarrot looked slightly hurt "oh okay Vegeta," he said the walked away.
Why do I do this?
Push every one who is trying to get close away and then I wonder why I have no friends and also considering that no one wants to come in a 3-meter radius of me.
I try and be nice but I think they take it the wrong way. Kakarrot returns with a large plate of food and happily eating away.
He sits neat to me and I shift slightly away, I'm not use to being so close to anyone, especially someone I might love.
My father never prepared me for any thing like this. He never taught me how to deal with the emotion that I might encounter as I was still young and I am a prince and was to be married to someone I had never met and that was considered worthy of bearing my children in my parents eyes.
The smell from Kakarrot's food penetrated my nose causing my stomach to gurgle in hunger. Kakarrot smile at me with food plastered around his mouth, "Vegeta there is still plenty of food left if you want some."
"And I said I didn't feel like eating," I said coldly, folding my arms on my chest. I saw the larger Saiyan face fill with concern, "Vegeta, are you alright? You've been a bit touchy lately, well more than usual, what's wrong? Can I help?"
Touchy huh, is that's what he calls it, well I have good reason to be 'touchy', I lost my home 40 years ago today. The memories of home start to form tears in my eyes.
No!
I must not show emotion, especially to him of all people, it is a sign of weakness. I blinked the tears away, "no Kakarrot, there is nothing that you or I can do because it is nothing."
I fake a heroic sort of laugh. Oh, who am I kidding other than myself, I am hurting beyond belief and each time some one tries to help, I push them away.
"Vegeta, stop lying! I know you are hurting, I can tell and I would like to help you if I can but I can't do any thing if you don't tell me what's wrong" Kakarrot said in a firm tone. "And I said you can't help with something that doesn't exist," I said slightly raising my voice. With that I stood up and flew off, leaving a couple of stunned faces, including Kakarrot's.
I flew till I found a lake and landed on a patch of moss. I took off my top and laid down using my top as a pillow. I closed my eyes for today I have to remember what happen on this day 40 years ago.
I feel myself start to drift to sleep and hear the screams of innocent Saiyan being cruelly and mercilessly slaughtered; a planet exploding; a cruel, cold heartless laugh that will haunt me for my day's and the memory of a past event, when a little prince was taken from his parents, put at the bottom of a ship and receiving word that every thing he knew, loved and held close was destroyed, mere space dust……………..
Goku's tale of events so far.
He always does that! Sits under a tree, ignoring the others. Well, at least today he is wearing normal clothing, instead of his spandex Saiyan uniform.
Maybe Vegeta's not use to the earth yet.
He's always so angry, maybe that's why I like him.
He's just so complicated, unlike me; it fascinates me to observe him in and out of battle.
I hardly get to see him so I asked Chichi if we could have a barbeque. I figured that if there was food, he would come.
I don't know but something draws me to him, not the thing of him being my prince or us being the last two full-blooded Saiyans left or even the fact of fusion. Oh well, I'll figure it out later.
I looked at Vegeta, his eyes were close and he looked peaceful.
Bulma got beside me "I'm worried, Goku. About Vegeta, I mean. He is more depressed today, more than usual. He hasn't eaten since yesterday. I tried to talk to him this morning to ask what is wrong and he just brushed me off. Goku, maybe you could find out for me, he does this, on this day every year since I met him and maybe, just maybe I could help but I need to know what's wrong."
I smiled "Bulma, maybe it's not Vegeta. Here's a thought, maybe on this day each year your happier and it makes it seem that Vegeta's more depressed."
She giggled "Goku, always the optimist. Go talk to Vegeta if you can and you'll see how depressed he is for yourself."
"Okay, I will!"
I walked over and stood in front of Vegeta, "hey Vegeta." He slowly opened his eyes, even though his face was blank, I could see the pain and torment in his soul.
"Kakarrot," his voice was colder and duller than usual. Bulma was right, he is more depressed but I'd say it is more tormented then depression. I said the first thing that came to my head, "Vegeta, the food is almost ready."
"I'm not hungry," he replied, his voice as cold as ever. This wasn't like Vegeta to turn down food especial his favour, Bulma brought 100 large spring rolls and she told him they were all for him and so far he hadn't touched one.
Something was really wrong.
Well he could be sick.
I placed a hand on his forehead to check his temperature, "well you don't feel hot." He slapped away my hand with one wipe, "I'm not sick, I just don't feel like eating, that's all!"
The small veins above his eye became more apparent, so I could tell he was upset.
I don't know why but I feel every time I take one step towards Vegeta, he takes 50 steps backwards. Maybe that's the other reason I like him, it's a challenge to get close to him and be with him.
But now I think he needs some time alone as I feel defeated, unable to talk to him, "oh okay Vegeta." I walk off into the house to find the food was served.
I filled a plate with food and on the side, a couple of spring rolls for Vegeta who usually steals them off my plate when he thinks I'm not looking.
I made my way to sit beside Vegeta, nibbling at the food on my plate. When I sat down next to him, he slightly shifted away.
I listened to his thought, something about something his father never taught him, I would have found out what but something made a funny sound.
It was Vegeta's stomach gurgling, crying out for food. I smiled at him, "Vegeta there is still plenty of food left if you want some."
"And I said I didn't feel like eating," Vegeta snapped, folding his arms, that was saying in his way that the conversation was over.
Well, I wasn't going to give up, I gave him the chance to tell me what was wrong by himself so now I had to ask.
"Vegeta, are you alright? You've been a bit touchy lately, well more than usual, what's wrong? Can I help?" He paused for a moment, an image of planet flashed in my mind. May be, this was bothering him, but what was or is so special about it.
So special that it made Vegeta upset. I saw something glisten in his eye's, it almost looked like tears but it disappeared as fast as it appeared.
"No Kakarrot, there is nothing that you or I can do because it is nothing," He laughed, it was a fake laughter. I could tell because I've done it before trying to give hope or lighten a serious conversation.
But I still could see he was hurting and I didn't need use my physic power for that. It was written all over him, how he sat, his posture and the look in his eyes.
He was lying to me.
"Vegeta, stop lying! I know you are hurting, I can tell and I would like to help you if I can but I can't do any thing if you don't tell me what's wrong."
The veins above his eyes were bulging, "And I said you can't help with something that doesn't exist." With that he stood up and flew off. I can't believe he did that! Bulma smiled at me as she approached me "told you so! Something is definitely wrong."
I nodded "don't worry Bulma, I'll wait 5 minutes then I'll follow him and try again." Bulma grinned then hugged me "thanks Goku."
"That's alright!" I looked down at the plate. The spring rolls were gone, "well at least he's eaten something."
"Um, think again Goku" said Bulma pointing to Goten happily eating the spring rolls that I had gotten for Vegeta.
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwe, can a guy win for once?" There was another point may be Vegeta wanted to beat me; I mean he has never won against me. Oh well, I'll find him in 5 minutes and find out the problem.
Chapter two will be coming soon as I type it up. It's already written but I just got to type it. Mawhahahaha.J