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A/N: Okay, maybe I was a tad over exaggerative when I said my sister won't share the comp with me. *holds up a sign 'Help, my sister is holding a gun to my head'* Oh yeah, and thanks to Alfarrar/L'orn for the co-writing tips advice! And now on with the fic!
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Vegeta stared at the younger saiyajin in shock and slowly backed away from him. This had to be some sort of cruel joke. Goku must've wished to know saiyago fluently or something. It was impossible for Kakarotto just to appear out of the blue like that! After all this time! How could Goku just suddenly remember everything?!
His heart was hammering in his chest, as he finally recognized the familiar expression on the other's face. A discerning frown with no hint of Goku's usual chronic naivety, instead it was mixed with worry and alarm. It was the same look that Kakarotto always pulled on him when he knew that something was wrong, like just before Vegeta told him that he was to be sent into Frieza's service. In all his life, Vegeta had never seen a look quite like that on Goku's face. The damned imposture was just too optimistic all the time.
"You look older," Kakarotto said simply. What else could he say? He had no idea where he was, or how Vegeta got there. And disorientation was sending waves of nausea upon him, further hazing his thoughts. Did Vegeta have any idea what was going on? Or was the prince as lost as he was?
The prince watched him silently. Cautiously even. How in the world was he supposed to approach this? He said in response, "I am older." It seemed that Kakarotto remembered nothing about being Goku. If that was true then he was truly in for the shock of a lifetime.
They both stayed in uncomfortable silence for a long while. Vegeta not knowing at all what to say, the awkwardness seemed too great, while Kakarotto was combating his disorientation. Not one to be defeated by mere emotions Vegeta said sternly, "You're wondering about... everything I suppose."
Kakarotto nodded, "Yeah, that sums it up. So if you don't mind, your great highness, why don't you explain it to me?" His voice carried heavy sarcasm, covering his confusion and worry. He didn't want to reveal his inner bewilderment at the situation quite yet. Not until he figured out exactly what the hell was going on.
The prince smiled at that one. He could always count on Kakarotto to be a sarcastic, bratty, pain in the ass. "Tell me what happened to you first. I want- I need to know so I can get the clear picture myself."
"So you aren't all knowing are you, huh?" Kakarotto laughed weakly. He only hoped that this strange older version of his young childhood friend could actually be able to help him out. He quickly sat up and battled the dizzying after affect, leaning himself against a large, strange biological plant that Vegeta brought them to. "I don't know much more about this than you do, Geta... At least I think so... All I know was that on my way over to the planet I was suppose to purge, I was suddenly woken up from the induced sleeping aid. The ship was malfunctioning and it was crashing into the atmosphere of a planet. The heat made me pass out and suddenly I'm here." He looked towards the prince despite the headache he was getting just from moving his head. "So can you explain what the hell happened?"
Vegeta just stared at the younger saiyajin. He never even saw the planet? He must've hit his head while he was out cold. There was no other explanation. The only question now was how was he going to explain everything to him? Did he WANT to explain everything to him?
Fidgeting nervously, Vegeta absentmindedly grabbed a handful of grass, letting it sift through his fingers. Then he grabbed another bunch, sifting that as well. It was a nervous habit of his. Kakarotto recognized it immediately and his alarm grew. The prince finally looked his old friend in the eye and said, "Kakarotto, a lot of shit's happened when you passed out, so I'm not going to try and bother explaining everything to you in one go. All you really need to know right now is that you're on Chikyuu-sei, and that you've been... indisposed, for nearly six decades."
"Six decades?!" Kakarotto yelped. "How could- But I- What-" This was a joke! It had to be! There was no frickin' way! But Vegeta actually looked- It couldn't- NO!
Vegeta watched in alarm as the younger saiyajin started hyperventilating, holding his head and chanting 'No' over and over again like a mantra. He kneeled by the cowering saiyajin and held his shoulders, "Kakarotto! Calm down!" Kakarotto just shivered within his grasp, not responding verbally to him. "Shit." The prince said slowly, "Just take deep breaths, you're going to pop if you don't stop this!"
Obeying, the younger saiyajin took slower, shakier breaths, still chanting to himself, trying to deny. He asked in a hushed voice, "G-Geta? How o- old... How old am I? I'm still just 11, right?" Vegeta just shook his head, trying to bring the bitterness out of his expression and show a little more compassion for his friend. Kakarotto cried, "Oh God!" He looked at his hands in fright and rubbed them, seeing whether they were fake or not. He felt around his face, all the changes and growth, and looked all over his body. Everything was frightening huge! Nothing was right! Nothing! How could he just wake up like this?!
Tucking his head back in between his hands he tried holding back the sobs of hysteria, confusion and a profound sense of loss. Vegeta just stood by, not daring to touch him, instead taking the role of an outsider. The wind whipped around them maliciously as a storm was beginning to brew.
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Vegeta brought Kakarotto back to his cabin after the younger saiyajin had calmed down considerably and was now dozing somewhat peacefully. Most of the events in Kakarotto's life still remained a mystery to him. Vegeta just didn't have the heart to tell him anything else that happened during his absence after what happened out in the meadow. At least not until he thought Kakarotto would be ready.
He helped Kakarotto onto the couch to rest and sat down in a nearby chair, exhausted as well. The clouded sky outside was a sickly yellow, and the torrents of rain along with the howling wind was the only sound in the small wooden cabin.
The cabin itself was homey enough, shielding the two from the onslaught of the storm. Vegeta had gotten himself this small escape after Bulma had died, feeling too awkward to stay around Capsule Corps anymore. His memory was as sharp as a tack, and it hurt him too much to be in the place that the shrewd scientist dedicated her life to.
The prince sighed and closed his eyes, thinking over the astounding events of that day. It was all too fast to actually think about it when it happened. He just had to go with it. But now that he could actually think, a wave of disbelief washed over him. HIS Kakarotto was actually back! After so long, his old friend had finally emerged from within the stranger. But he could only wonder how long this would last. If Kakarotto could come back, what was stopping Goku?
Watching the shivers of the sleeping young man, Vegeta smiled fondly at him and stood up to go in search of a spare blanket to give the saiyajin. He opened up the door to his closet and grabbed a heavy quilt from the top shelf. Even as he was doing so, thinking of the younger saiyajin in his living room, a protective feeling welled up inside of him, and he clenched the blanket tightly.
God be damned before he ever let Kakarotto revert back to his idiotic self!
He would not lose him again!
~~~
Late the next morning...
Still in somewhat of a daze, Kakarotto watched his prince from the sideways position of his head on the cushioned upholstery, while the prince was preparing breakfast in the open doored kitchen.
It was so bizarre seeing this much older version of his Geta. Sure he looked older and the fact that he was performing a menial task that he always gave to his servants to do, but Kakarotto could sense that there was something else different about him. He was much more refined and hard. Something happened to Vegeta while he was, as the prince put it, 'indisposed.' Kakarotto wasn't sure whether that happened to everybody when they grew up, but somehow he doubted it.
For some reason his memory was doing a good job at doggedly evading him, but he knew that the change probably had something to do with something that Vegeta was assigned to? When they were just kids? Or was it just before he left for this godforsaken planet?
Coming back into the living room with two large saiyajin sized meals, Vegeta noticed that Kakarotto was staring at him and snapped almost automatically, "What are you doing?"
The younger saiyajin frowned, "I'm looking at you dumbass. What do you think?" He was irritated as hell, and his headache wasn't helping.
Opening and closing his mouth, Vegeta searched for something to say. The Kakarotto that had inhabited his friend's body for so long would never have said such a thing. And even if he did, he'd probably be apologizing for it right now, with a horrible blush he might add. However, this Kakarotto was a master of wit just as much as he himself was. Just looking at him, Vegeta could tell he was going to have a hard time breaking old habits and getting used to this new-slash-old Kakarotto again.
Kakarotto, not bothering to sit up, asked, "Geta, tell me what happened to you."
"What do you mean?" the prince demanded as he put the two plates down onto the coffee table.
"I know you. You're... different. What happened between then and now?"
Vegeta shrugged, "I've changed. That happens over the years." He took up a plate and ordered, "You eat now before your food gets cold."
The younger saiyajin frowned, but winced when a little tidbit of memory came back to him.
::"Dammit Kakarotto, you don't know what it's like to be under Frieza. It does things to people. I've seen saiyajin who go there perfectly normal and then leave as ruthless, godless animals." Vegeta's eyes flashed angrily and he demanded, "If I'm already condemned to such a life, you don't need to go down with me. Why do you want to go into something like that?!"::
Kakarotto's eyes widened in comprehension, and he looked at Vegeta in alarm. The word escaped his lips before he actually thought about it. "Frieza."
The name alone gave an involuntary reaction on behalf of the prince, who gave a slight shudder so small it wouldn't have been noticed if Kakarotto hadn't been watching for it. It confirmed the young mind's suspicions and he held a shocked expression on his face, not bothering trying to cover it up.
Glaring at the younger one, Vegeta growled, "I do not wish to discuss it." It would be too much for an eleven year old's mind anyway, he figured.
Kakarotto watched him carelessly playing with his food now and said quietly, "I'm sorry."
The prince looked up at him, taken aback. "For what?"
He didn't bother looking at Vegeta in the eye. "I broke my promise, didn't I. I promised I wouldn't let Frieza touch you. But he did, and I wasn't there." He growled in frustration, "You didn't want me on that mission and I should've listened to you! I wouldn't have gotten myself into such a shitty mess! Everything's my own damn fault! I should've just stayed on Bejito-sei and then I would've had a better chance of helping you!"
Vegeta put down his plate and said sternly, "Kakarotto, if there's one thing I change about what you did in your lifetime, leaving for Chikyuu-sei would've been the very last thing on my list. If you hadn't left the planet then I wouldn't have the chance be here with you right now."
Kakarotto frowned, "What do you mean?"
The prince sat down next to the younger saiyajin and said, "Kakarotto, I have something of dire importance that I must tell you." He sifted his hair through his hand, sighing, "I was planning on telling you later but now's a good a time as any. Kakarotto, our planet is gone."
"Gone? What do you mean gone?!" Kakarotto said in a growing panic.
"Frieza blew it up only a few days after you left. We're the only two saiyajin left alive in the whole galaxy."
The information settled on the younger saiyajin like a lead stone, immediately numbing all of his senses. He just stared out in front of him, completely expressionless. Vegeta shook him roughly, "Kakarotto? Kakarotto! Say something!"
The younger saiyajin just shook his head, "Gone... Everyone's just gone..." He put his hands to his face, "God, my whole life has been fucked up! Nothing's right! I hate all of this!" He turned to his friend with a helpless expression, "Geta, I don't want to be like this anymore! I want to be my own age again! I want to be on Bejito-sei! I want everything back just the way it was!"
Vegeta snapped angrily, "Dammit, don't you think that I want that too! I would give anything to be back in the day before I even heard of Frieza! But I'm not granted that luxury! So you know what I do? I deal with it! Which is what you should be doing right now, instead of acting like a simpering little child!"
Kakarotto stared at him and opened his mouth, only to close it up quickly and look down at the floor. Watching him, Vegeta instantly regretted the words that came out of his mouth. The saiyajin in front of him truly was a child. Though his body may be that of an adult, his mind hadn't aged a day since he got amnesia. He turned away and muttered, "I shouldn't have yelled."
"No," the younger saiyajin shook his head, "you had every right to, Geta. I don't know what the hell happened to you, but I can't help but feel that somehow it's all my fault... I wish I was there with you."
Vegeta sighed, "No, you don't."
"Yes, I do!" Kakarotto pulled Vegeta over to look at him and said, "Geta, I meant what I said when I said I could never be without you! You're the only true friend that I've ever had, and nothing, nothing could have torn us apart!"
The slighter saiyajin watched him through buoyant eyes and smiled slightly, "You and your speeches, Kakarotto."
His friend drew him into a hug and nestled his face into the prince's hair, "I won't ever be without you ever again, Geta. And that's a promise that I can keep."
Vegeta smirked, "Good. I'd have to beat the crap out of you if you didn't."
Kakarotto laughed at that, and all the awkward tension between them dissipates.
Smiling, the prince said, "Say, Kakarotto, I've been meaning to ask you something."
"Yeah?"
"Well, um... Do you remember the day that you left for Chikyuu-sei? You sort of... kissed me?" Vegeta futilely tried to block the blush that came to his cheeks. "D-did you actually mean something by that?"
Kakarotto frowned, "Kiss? I don't know what you're talking about." He laughed at the look of horror that crossed the prince's face. "I'm just kidding! I remember!"
Vegeta glared at him. "And?"
A sly smile. "I enjoyed it."
Narrowing his eyes, Vegeta demanded, "You enjoyed it, huh? Well then, what if I did this?" He roughly grabbed the back of Kakarotto's head and pulled him into a tight kiss, brushing his lips against the others. The younger saiyajin's eyes widened and Vegeta jumps away from him, yelping in pain. He fell off the couch and glared at the younger saiyajin angrily. He yelled, "You 'it ny 'ongue, you 'akayaro!"
Kakarotto looked at him as if he were crazy, "Your tongue?! Is that what was in my mouth?!"
"You can' 'ell 'e you aven' 'een kithed 'ike 'at 'ehore."
"Uh... say that again?" Vegeta merely rolled his eyes. Kakarotto protested, "I'm only eleven! My first kiss was the one I gave you! I didn't even know you were supposed to do that with your tongue!"
"Why 'o I al'ays horget you're so 'amn youn'?"
"What?"
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A/N: ...Blame my sis for the ending. She just had to have a little bit of humor in it. I hope that you liked it anyway. Please R&R!
A/N: Okay, maybe I was a tad over exaggerative when I said my sister won't share the comp with me. *holds up a sign 'Help, my sister is holding a gun to my head'* Oh yeah, and thanks to Alfarrar/L'orn for the co-writing tips advice! And now on with the fic!
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Vegeta stared at the younger saiyajin in shock and slowly backed away from him. This had to be some sort of cruel joke. Goku must've wished to know saiyago fluently or something. It was impossible for Kakarotto just to appear out of the blue like that! After all this time! How could Goku just suddenly remember everything?!
His heart was hammering in his chest, as he finally recognized the familiar expression on the other's face. A discerning frown with no hint of Goku's usual chronic naivety, instead it was mixed with worry and alarm. It was the same look that Kakarotto always pulled on him when he knew that something was wrong, like just before Vegeta told him that he was to be sent into Frieza's service. In all his life, Vegeta had never seen a look quite like that on Goku's face. The damned imposture was just too optimistic all the time.
"You look older," Kakarotto said simply. What else could he say? He had no idea where he was, or how Vegeta got there. And disorientation was sending waves of nausea upon him, further hazing his thoughts. Did Vegeta have any idea what was going on? Or was the prince as lost as he was?
The prince watched him silently. Cautiously even. How in the world was he supposed to approach this? He said in response, "I am older." It seemed that Kakarotto remembered nothing about being Goku. If that was true then he was truly in for the shock of a lifetime.
They both stayed in uncomfortable silence for a long while. Vegeta not knowing at all what to say, the awkwardness seemed too great, while Kakarotto was combating his disorientation. Not one to be defeated by mere emotions Vegeta said sternly, "You're wondering about... everything I suppose."
Kakarotto nodded, "Yeah, that sums it up. So if you don't mind, your great highness, why don't you explain it to me?" His voice carried heavy sarcasm, covering his confusion and worry. He didn't want to reveal his inner bewilderment at the situation quite yet. Not until he figured out exactly what the hell was going on.
The prince smiled at that one. He could always count on Kakarotto to be a sarcastic, bratty, pain in the ass. "Tell me what happened to you first. I want- I need to know so I can get the clear picture myself."
"So you aren't all knowing are you, huh?" Kakarotto laughed weakly. He only hoped that this strange older version of his young childhood friend could actually be able to help him out. He quickly sat up and battled the dizzying after affect, leaning himself against a large, strange biological plant that Vegeta brought them to. "I don't know much more about this than you do, Geta... At least I think so... All I know was that on my way over to the planet I was suppose to purge, I was suddenly woken up from the induced sleeping aid. The ship was malfunctioning and it was crashing into the atmosphere of a planet. The heat made me pass out and suddenly I'm here." He looked towards the prince despite the headache he was getting just from moving his head. "So can you explain what the hell happened?"
Vegeta just stared at the younger saiyajin. He never even saw the planet? He must've hit his head while he was out cold. There was no other explanation. The only question now was how was he going to explain everything to him? Did he WANT to explain everything to him?
Fidgeting nervously, Vegeta absentmindedly grabbed a handful of grass, letting it sift through his fingers. Then he grabbed another bunch, sifting that as well. It was a nervous habit of his. Kakarotto recognized it immediately and his alarm grew. The prince finally looked his old friend in the eye and said, "Kakarotto, a lot of shit's happened when you passed out, so I'm not going to try and bother explaining everything to you in one go. All you really need to know right now is that you're on Chikyuu-sei, and that you've been... indisposed, for nearly six decades."
"Six decades?!" Kakarotto yelped. "How could- But I- What-" This was a joke! It had to be! There was no frickin' way! But Vegeta actually looked- It couldn't- NO!
Vegeta watched in alarm as the younger saiyajin started hyperventilating, holding his head and chanting 'No' over and over again like a mantra. He kneeled by the cowering saiyajin and held his shoulders, "Kakarotto! Calm down!" Kakarotto just shivered within his grasp, not responding verbally to him. "Shit." The prince said slowly, "Just take deep breaths, you're going to pop if you don't stop this!"
Obeying, the younger saiyajin took slower, shakier breaths, still chanting to himself, trying to deny. He asked in a hushed voice, "G-Geta? How o- old... How old am I? I'm still just 11, right?" Vegeta just shook his head, trying to bring the bitterness out of his expression and show a little more compassion for his friend. Kakarotto cried, "Oh God!" He looked at his hands in fright and rubbed them, seeing whether they were fake or not. He felt around his face, all the changes and growth, and looked all over his body. Everything was frightening huge! Nothing was right! Nothing! How could he just wake up like this?!
Tucking his head back in between his hands he tried holding back the sobs of hysteria, confusion and a profound sense of loss. Vegeta just stood by, not daring to touch him, instead taking the role of an outsider. The wind whipped around them maliciously as a storm was beginning to brew.
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Vegeta brought Kakarotto back to his cabin after the younger saiyajin had calmed down considerably and was now dozing somewhat peacefully. Most of the events in Kakarotto's life still remained a mystery to him. Vegeta just didn't have the heart to tell him anything else that happened during his absence after what happened out in the meadow. At least not until he thought Kakarotto would be ready.
He helped Kakarotto onto the couch to rest and sat down in a nearby chair, exhausted as well. The clouded sky outside was a sickly yellow, and the torrents of rain along with the howling wind was the only sound in the small wooden cabin.
The cabin itself was homey enough, shielding the two from the onslaught of the storm. Vegeta had gotten himself this small escape after Bulma had died, feeling too awkward to stay around Capsule Corps anymore. His memory was as sharp as a tack, and it hurt him too much to be in the place that the shrewd scientist dedicated her life to.
The prince sighed and closed his eyes, thinking over the astounding events of that day. It was all too fast to actually think about it when it happened. He just had to go with it. But now that he could actually think, a wave of disbelief washed over him. HIS Kakarotto was actually back! After so long, his old friend had finally emerged from within the stranger. But he could only wonder how long this would last. If Kakarotto could come back, what was stopping Goku?
Watching the shivers of the sleeping young man, Vegeta smiled fondly at him and stood up to go in search of a spare blanket to give the saiyajin. He opened up the door to his closet and grabbed a heavy quilt from the top shelf. Even as he was doing so, thinking of the younger saiyajin in his living room, a protective feeling welled up inside of him, and he clenched the blanket tightly.
God be damned before he ever let Kakarotto revert back to his idiotic self!
He would not lose him again!
~~~
Late the next morning...
Still in somewhat of a daze, Kakarotto watched his prince from the sideways position of his head on the cushioned upholstery, while the prince was preparing breakfast in the open doored kitchen.
It was so bizarre seeing this much older version of his Geta. Sure he looked older and the fact that he was performing a menial task that he always gave to his servants to do, but Kakarotto could sense that there was something else different about him. He was much more refined and hard. Something happened to Vegeta while he was, as the prince put it, 'indisposed.' Kakarotto wasn't sure whether that happened to everybody when they grew up, but somehow he doubted it.
For some reason his memory was doing a good job at doggedly evading him, but he knew that the change probably had something to do with something that Vegeta was assigned to? When they were just kids? Or was it just before he left for this godforsaken planet?
Coming back into the living room with two large saiyajin sized meals, Vegeta noticed that Kakarotto was staring at him and snapped almost automatically, "What are you doing?"
The younger saiyajin frowned, "I'm looking at you dumbass. What do you think?" He was irritated as hell, and his headache wasn't helping.
Opening and closing his mouth, Vegeta searched for something to say. The Kakarotto that had inhabited his friend's body for so long would never have said such a thing. And even if he did, he'd probably be apologizing for it right now, with a horrible blush he might add. However, this Kakarotto was a master of wit just as much as he himself was. Just looking at him, Vegeta could tell he was going to have a hard time breaking old habits and getting used to this new-slash-old Kakarotto again.
Kakarotto, not bothering to sit up, asked, "Geta, tell me what happened to you."
"What do you mean?" the prince demanded as he put the two plates down onto the coffee table.
"I know you. You're... different. What happened between then and now?"
Vegeta shrugged, "I've changed. That happens over the years." He took up a plate and ordered, "You eat now before your food gets cold."
The younger saiyajin frowned, but winced when a little tidbit of memory came back to him.
::"Dammit Kakarotto, you don't know what it's like to be under Frieza. It does things to people. I've seen saiyajin who go there perfectly normal and then leave as ruthless, godless animals." Vegeta's eyes flashed angrily and he demanded, "If I'm already condemned to such a life, you don't need to go down with me. Why do you want to go into something like that?!"::
Kakarotto's eyes widened in comprehension, and he looked at Vegeta in alarm. The word escaped his lips before he actually thought about it. "Frieza."
The name alone gave an involuntary reaction on behalf of the prince, who gave a slight shudder so small it wouldn't have been noticed if Kakarotto hadn't been watching for it. It confirmed the young mind's suspicions and he held a shocked expression on his face, not bothering trying to cover it up.
Glaring at the younger one, Vegeta growled, "I do not wish to discuss it." It would be too much for an eleven year old's mind anyway, he figured.
Kakarotto watched him carelessly playing with his food now and said quietly, "I'm sorry."
The prince looked up at him, taken aback. "For what?"
He didn't bother looking at Vegeta in the eye. "I broke my promise, didn't I. I promised I wouldn't let Frieza touch you. But he did, and I wasn't there." He growled in frustration, "You didn't want me on that mission and I should've listened to you! I wouldn't have gotten myself into such a shitty mess! Everything's my own damn fault! I should've just stayed on Bejito-sei and then I would've had a better chance of helping you!"
Vegeta put down his plate and said sternly, "Kakarotto, if there's one thing I change about what you did in your lifetime, leaving for Chikyuu-sei would've been the very last thing on my list. If you hadn't left the planet then I wouldn't have the chance be here with you right now."
Kakarotto frowned, "What do you mean?"
The prince sat down next to the younger saiyajin and said, "Kakarotto, I have something of dire importance that I must tell you." He sifted his hair through his hand, sighing, "I was planning on telling you later but now's a good a time as any. Kakarotto, our planet is gone."
"Gone? What do you mean gone?!" Kakarotto said in a growing panic.
"Frieza blew it up only a few days after you left. We're the only two saiyajin left alive in the whole galaxy."
The information settled on the younger saiyajin like a lead stone, immediately numbing all of his senses. He just stared out in front of him, completely expressionless. Vegeta shook him roughly, "Kakarotto? Kakarotto! Say something!"
The younger saiyajin just shook his head, "Gone... Everyone's just gone..." He put his hands to his face, "God, my whole life has been fucked up! Nothing's right! I hate all of this!" He turned to his friend with a helpless expression, "Geta, I don't want to be like this anymore! I want to be my own age again! I want to be on Bejito-sei! I want everything back just the way it was!"
Vegeta snapped angrily, "Dammit, don't you think that I want that too! I would give anything to be back in the day before I even heard of Frieza! But I'm not granted that luxury! So you know what I do? I deal with it! Which is what you should be doing right now, instead of acting like a simpering little child!"
Kakarotto stared at him and opened his mouth, only to close it up quickly and look down at the floor. Watching him, Vegeta instantly regretted the words that came out of his mouth. The saiyajin in front of him truly was a child. Though his body may be that of an adult, his mind hadn't aged a day since he got amnesia. He turned away and muttered, "I shouldn't have yelled."
"No," the younger saiyajin shook his head, "you had every right to, Geta. I don't know what the hell happened to you, but I can't help but feel that somehow it's all my fault... I wish I was there with you."
Vegeta sighed, "No, you don't."
"Yes, I do!" Kakarotto pulled Vegeta over to look at him and said, "Geta, I meant what I said when I said I could never be without you! You're the only true friend that I've ever had, and nothing, nothing could have torn us apart!"
The slighter saiyajin watched him through buoyant eyes and smiled slightly, "You and your speeches, Kakarotto."
His friend drew him into a hug and nestled his face into the prince's hair, "I won't ever be without you ever again, Geta. And that's a promise that I can keep."
Vegeta smirked, "Good. I'd have to beat the crap out of you if you didn't."
Kakarotto laughed at that, and all the awkward tension between them dissipates.
Smiling, the prince said, "Say, Kakarotto, I've been meaning to ask you something."
"Yeah?"
"Well, um... Do you remember the day that you left for Chikyuu-sei? You sort of... kissed me?" Vegeta futilely tried to block the blush that came to his cheeks. "D-did you actually mean something by that?"
Kakarotto frowned, "Kiss? I don't know what you're talking about." He laughed at the look of horror that crossed the prince's face. "I'm just kidding! I remember!"
Vegeta glared at him. "And?"
A sly smile. "I enjoyed it."
Narrowing his eyes, Vegeta demanded, "You enjoyed it, huh? Well then, what if I did this?" He roughly grabbed the back of Kakarotto's head and pulled him into a tight kiss, brushing his lips against the others. The younger saiyajin's eyes widened and Vegeta jumps away from him, yelping in pain. He fell off the couch and glared at the younger saiyajin angrily. He yelled, "You 'it ny 'ongue, you 'akayaro!"
Kakarotto looked at him as if he were crazy, "Your tongue?! Is that what was in my mouth?!"
"You can' 'ell 'e you aven' 'een kithed 'ike 'at 'ehore."
"Uh... say that again?" Vegeta merely rolled his eyes. Kakarotto protested, "I'm only eleven! My first kiss was the one I gave you! I didn't even know you were supposed to do that with your tongue!"
"Why 'o I al'ays horget you're so 'amn youn'?"
"What?"
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A/N: ...Blame my sis for the ending. She just had to have a little bit of humor in it. I hope that you liked it anyway. Please R&R!
