Chapter 9: Don't leave me

Son Goku didn't know how to respond, but obviously Vegeta wasn't waiting for a response anyway. He grabbed Goku's shoulders and pressed him with his back against the trunk. Once again they were caught in an intesive kiss, and Vegeta grabbed Goku's black, wild hair with one hand.

While their tongues were playing, caressing each other softly, then wildly, Goku carefully stroke over the prince's face. Vegeta ended the kiss and turned his head. For a short moment he thought: something's wrong here! But before he could really think about it, Vegeta opened his Gi and pulled the shirt over his head.

Warm hands grazed softly, admiringly over his muscled chest, and a triumphant expression appeared on his face as he lowered his head to lick playfully over the larger Saiyajin's nipple. Son Goku tried to say something, but didn't ever manage to when sharp teeth nibbled softly on it. He tilted his head backwards and moaned calmly, his hand grabbing the prince's hair.

Oh god, is this a dream? I have wished for this for so long..

When he opened his eyes for a brief moment, he saw that the sky had become dark and stars were shining through the clouds, along with an almost-full moon. Had Vegeta wished for the night? Goku didn't manage to think about it for too long though.

Vegeta grabbed his wrist and pushed his arm away. Goku groaned unwillingly. Why did Vegeta always reject him when he tried to touch his prince? He loved what the other was doing to him, and the way it made his head feel dizzy. But he also wanted Vegeta to feel this, he wanted to return the favor. And again the thought occurred him, that something was not right here. And he was right. Vegeta didn't put his heart in this.

The prince had now reached his bellybutton and his fingers slipped in Goku's waistband. It took Son Goku all the self-control he could come up with, to grab Vegeta's wrists and stop him.

Surprised, he looked at him and raised himself. Goku still didn't release his grip on him. "What?? I thought you wanted this?"

"Why are you doing this?", Goku asked.

"Why am I doing WHAT?"

"Why do you practically offer yourself to me when you don't even love me?", Goku asked and the very same moment he remembered Vegeta's words: I owe you a lot, Kakarott. And I will repay you. "Great god! Are you doing this to thank me? Do you really think this is what I want??"

"No, I…", Vegeta stammered. And it rarely happened that he was speechless. Of course he quickly found back to his old self, pulled himself out of Goku's grip, crossed his arms across his chest and said darkly: "I don't like to be in someone's debt, especially not yours! You have saved me too often, Kakarott. And you said you loved me. I don't mind it, it was common on Vegeta-sei to…"

He couldn't finish the sentence, because Son Goku slapped his face hard. He had hit him so hard that his hand hurt. But he didn't care. Instead he roared: "You're… you're a heartless bastard, Vejita. Why am I stupid enough to let you hurt me again and again?!"

Surprisingly, the prince didn't react aggressively but lifted his chin. There was a dark red spot on his cheek. With a dangerously low voice he said: "Then prove that you have at least a little brains and fuck off!"

For a moment they stared at each other. Waiting for a forgiving word which never came. This time Goku didn't plan to give in. Vegeta had hurt him too often, he had enough. He just couldn't take it any more.

Eventually, it was him who gave up their eye-contact first. Sadly he said: "Okay, Vejita. I'll return to my friends. Goodbye." He tried to find a reaction in the cold face of the prince, but there was nothing. But this time he wouldn't back down. Vegeta did not feel anything for him, again he had made that clear. So this was probably the best for both of them.

He took a few steps away from the prince and concentrated to locate the aura of his friends. Here in the afterlife it was more difficult to find others. Something dripped onto his head and then again onto his arm. Ah, there it was… Krillin's Ki. He placed two fingers against his forehead, to-

"Kakarott."

Son Goku turned around slowly. Vegeta was still standing there arrogantly, but something in his eyes was different, something which almost seemed like an emotion. "Don't go." Again something dripped onto his head and then it started to rain.

Hope washed over Son Goku but he didn't allow himself to show it. This time this wasn't enough. Vegeta might have a thousand reasons to hold him back, maybe he just didn't want to be alone or he needed someone to spar with, or something like that. Goku was a proud man too, and he had enough. "Sorry, Vejita. But that is not enough." Quickly he located Krillin's aura again and placed his fingers against his forehead. Goodbye, Vejita.

"I… love you."