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I went home that night and snuck into bed. I leaned in close to my love and gazed at him. He was sound asleep and the moonlight drifting through the curtains showed off his beautiful features. His cheeks and his manly chin. His hair was messy and tumbling around his eyes. I moved it out of the way and smiled. How did I get so lucky as to be with him? He was perfect in all ways. The total opposite of me.
Kakarot rolled over and the sheets drifted to the floor. This revealed his almost-nude body. He was wearing nothing but smiley-faced boxers. What a cutey, I thought. I watched as he smiled and scratched at his lower tummy. I was so tempted to kiss him. I stared at his magnificent body. His chiseled muscles drew my attention. He was well defined. Perfect.
My dearest had so many great qualities about himself. Not only his looks, but his personality too. He had a sense of humor and he was so innocent, and he could always have fun. He never took anything for granted. But I did. I took him for granted... I never realized before... How much he meant to so many people.
After that, I felt sick. I felt lost. I suddenly realized that I wasn't the only one who did this. Everyone took him for granted; everyone expected too much of him. He deserved so much better...I wanted him to have better.. but then it was too late..
Kakarot woke up then and blinked, staring at me. " Morning," He said, " Sleep well?"
" Good morning. Yes, I slept pretty well.." Actually, not at all.. "How about you?"
" I was having a great dream about us in a Jacuzzi and we were-" He was cut off by Goten hopping on the bed.
" Morning you guys!" He shouted and scurried to his morning cartoons.
I gazed over at Kakarot, hoping he would continue his seductive little story. He looked up at me and gave me a grin.
" Lets go spar!" He shouted as he grabbed my hand and used instant transmission to take us to the field near our pond.
" Oh Kakarot! What do you think you are doing? You are sick, you shouldn't be sparring! Not to mention that WE'RE IN OUR UNDERWEAR!! You don't need to be sparring in your condition.. it's not a good idea.. please Kakarot.."
Kakarot only giggled and threw a fist toward my face. I dodged it. " Kakarot, I am serious, you don't have enough energy to be doing this!"
" I'll be fine!" He yelled as he got me right in the stomach. " Come on Veggie, just a little fun."
" Fine, but you need to go easy on yourself."
" No, I need to go easy on you," He gave me an evil look and transformed into ascended Saiyan,
" You asked for it," I said as I followed his lead.
We fought for almost an hour or so until I noticed Kakarot's energy level lowering. He was oblivious to the fact that his disease would definitely affect his energy. Before, he could fight me non-stop. But since he had that disease... well, that was a different story.
" Kakarot, maybe we should take a break. You obviously need it."
" No, I can keep going, you know that!" He shouted as he tried to punch me again.
" Kakarot, we need to stop, you'll hurt yourself!" I admit, we were sparring pretty strenuously.
" No, I'm fine!"
He tried to kick me and then nearly fainted. My eyes widened in shock. With a quick reaction, I caught him, right above the ground. He was covered in sweat and his breathing was weak. I rushed to Capsule Corp as fast as I could.
" Maybe this would be a good time to get you to the doctor." I said, worried as hell. This isn't good.. I hope he will be okay...
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I stood outside in the waiting room pacing frantically as Bulma shouted in my ear.
" What were you thinking?!! Sparring in his condition? What gave you that silly idea? Are you trying to kill him?!?!"
I ignored her words, but inside I felt like it was my fault. If I would have refused, he would have been angry, but he would be okay. Now he was in the hospital and I was the only one to blame.
Goten sat in the chair, feet shaking with impatience. I knew he would feel terrible too. But boy did I wish I had not sparred with him for so long! I ran my finger through my hair while I stressed. I could not stop thinking about him. I leaned against the wall and looked straight ahead. Goten walked up to me and took my hand.
" Will he be ok?" He looked at me with his eyes watering.
" Yea, he'll be okay son, he'll be okay... They're only doing an operation to make him better..." I said as my lip quivered. I was afraid for his safety. My eyes filled with water, but I held back the tears. Not in front of them... I told myself, like I often did.
Just as I started to say that, the door to the outside opened, and a young man walked in that I hardly recognized. But I knew who it was, I could never forget my real son.
It may had been almost two years since I saw him, but I was still not all that excited to see him. It was probably because I was too worried to care. When I looked at my son, I noticed that he had heard what I said, and he was angry. Because I had called Goten 'son' a flash of jealousy showed on Trunks' face. At that moment, I let Goten's hand go an knelt down.
" Trunks.."
Trunks walked up to me and embraced me. I always thought that maybe he hated me for leaving them, but he did miss me. I felt his warm tears fall upon my shoulder and my sleeveless shirt. I could feel him glaring at Goten.
" I missed you so much Dad, where have you been? Why haven't you visited us? Don't you care about us anymore?" He cried aloud and tugged on the back of my shirt. " I missed you.. why did you not come over? I love you father, don't you love us? Dad?"
I gave a quick glance to Bulma who was walking outside. She was upset too. She was wiping her face and leaving the room before she had to bear anymore. Having her best friend in the hospital was hard enough on her.
" Dad, I thought you loved us! But you left us, you never even came to see me, your only son!" I felt my throat tighten as he said that.
I held back my tears, and did not say anything. I couldn't find any words to say. I didn't visit them.. But of course I cared! But if I said that, Trunks would still be upset with me.. so there wasn't anything I could say to fix it.
" Dad, why don't you answer me?! Did you forget us? How could you dad? How could you leave us for them? Dad, I thought you loved us?!?!" Trunks pushed his way out of his arms so he could look at me. He took my sleeves and repeatedly tugged on them, nearly tearing them. He was angry.
" You're pathetic! I hate you! You left us to be with them, THEM! You're sick, that's what you are, SICK! I can't believe you would leave us for him. For him...." He almost choked.
" But Trunks, I do care.. you don't understand.." I believed that he was too naive to understand about love...
" No, I do understand, I understand that you abandoned us! I understand that you left us to be with him! You're... you're just... a queer! That's what you are! You're nothing to me anymore father. Wait.. not even a father. You're nothing, nothing at all! I don't want to talk to you anymore. You left us and replaced me with HIM!" He shouted and pointed at Goten. " I hate you. I despise you. I never want to see you again!" He became hysterical.
Those were the last words I heard from my son, for Yamcha walked in then and took him away. I watched as Trunks grabbed Yamcha's leg and wiped his face on it. They walked out together and left.
Bulma walked in a few moments later and glared at me.
" What did you do to him Vegeta? What are you trying to do to our poor boy? Ruin his life? He has a hard enough time as it is!"
No one really understood. Why did they have to put all the blame on me? They don't know how it feels to have your son say such things. Maybe he said most of it out of frustration, he was just a kid after all. But it hurt so much. I felt as if someone had stabbed me. I could feel Goten and Bulma's eyes piecing into me as I looked down. a few tears fell.. but I was ashamed. If only they understood how much I loved Kakarot..
A few hours later, the light above the door turned off and the door slowly opened.
The doctor came out, and wheeled Kakarot in on a wheel chair. He glanced up at me and smiled. The doctor stopped, just in front of me. I was still silent; no one had said a word since the early incident.
I stuttered, " So.. How did.. things go..?"
The doctor looked up at me and grabbed my arm. We walked several feet away and he whispered to me. He kept his mouth close to my ear so that no word would escape. He was an elderly man with sharp whiskers that stabbed my cheek like little needles as he spoke each word.
" An operation would not help him at this time.. so.. We did some tests on him. Before, the disease was weak, nearly dormant.. But not anymore. He.. well... he.." The doctor grew silent.
I sat waiting for what he was to say, but he stayed silent. I grew impatient and turned to face him. I reached for his collar and gripped it tight.
" I am getting impatient old man! Tell me!"
"Okay, I was going to say that... he.. well.." I shook him to get the answer out faster, " He doesn't have much longer to live. Maybe a few months at the most."
I stood in shock. a few months? Is that all? No.. please no...
I dropped him. I looked to the wall and placed a hand on it so I would not fall over. I knew this was coming.. But I did not expect it so soon. He.. was so young.. so full of life.. why so soon?
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About a week had passed, and Kakarot was back to normal, well, almost normal. He was still in pain, but he hid it well. He acted as if nothing was wrong. But I could not. I could not overlook nor forget it....
" 'Geta?"
" Yes?"
" Lets go out tonight. You and me. Maybe just for a walk.. or a stroll."
" Okay, as long as you be easy on yourself, and no sparring," I said. I saw a strange look on his face, but I could not read his expression. Normally I knew exactly what he was feeling. Saiyans had some telepathic bond which helped them understand each other, but it felt as if he was holding all of his feelings back.
We walked along the beach again, like old times. We talked of so many things, and Kakarot was not as tense anymore. I could then understand what he was feeling. He was not afraid like me. He was not even thinking of himself. He was thinking of me, and how I would feel if he had to leave. I could feel how much it was hurting him, and with all the hurt I felt inside him, I was surprised he was not crying. But.. why is he scared for me? What about him?
Kakarot took my hand and we started to fly. " What's on your mind 'Geta?" He knew exactly what was on my mind.
" Nothing Kakarot, nothing at all. Lets just go home."
Kakarot stopped suddenly and gripped my upper arms. His grip was tight, but not painful.
" I don't want to go home. I want to do what I want to do, and I want you to stop worrying." He was nearly shouting. " Vegeta, you should not be worried. Stop it. Please. I don't want you to worry about me.."
I could hear music in the background, probably from a local bar or something.
We danced for a while, but the words rang in my head.. Leukemia...Death.. a few months...
I forced a smile and rested my head on his shoulder. The words would not leave, and I could not ignore them.... It kept ringing in my head.
" 'Geta, no matter what happens.. I want you to never forget me. Ever, please. I won't forget you. I know we'll see each other again."
Why did he have to talk like this? WHY? Is he just trying to make me hurt more? He still had a while longer to live, I am sure....
" Kakarot, don't talk like that. You'll be fine. I don't want you to talk like this anymore Kakarot! Just stop it please. You know I would never forget you anyway. I love you too much. I love you more than anything Kakarot.. I don't want to lose you... I can't lose you..." I felt tears of frustration build up.
" I love you too.. We'll stop talking like this okay? We'll pretend like nothing happened. Then, you will not have to be sad anymore."
I smiled, satisfied. But inside I felt like dieing. I was torn apart.
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A couple more weeks had passed, and it got a lot better, we no longer spoke of his disease, and we spent more time together. I loved it. We swam together, walked on the beach together, and spent a lot of time making a picture album. In the picture album were pictures of me, him, and our son.
I knew the time was getting shorter, and he would be gone soon, and the more I thought of it, the more I wished that it was me instead. The more I prayed for some kind of relief. But it wouldn't come. And I knew it.. But I needed him to stay with me...
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" 'Geta, lets help him blow out the candles!" He laughed as Goten took in a deep breath.
Before Goten could blow out the candles, Kakarot already had them out and Goten's face was in the cake. He laughed out loud.
" Happy Birthday son!" He yelled.
" Oh Dad, you meaney! Now we don't have cake to eat, and it's all over my face!"
" Well, You're wrong about one thing!" Kakarot giggled as he took some frosting off of Goten's face and ate it.
" Save some for me!!" I yelled and joined in on the fun.
I watched my family and smiled. Oh god.. how can you do this to me? Look at how great my family is.. Why me? Why him? Why us...?
That night, while resting in bed, I looked at Kakarot. His breathing had changed.. and his energy.. low. I could feel the time getting closer and closer. A few tears sprang and trailed down my cheeks.
You can't leave me.. What am I to do without you? I can't survive without you..... What would I do??
A-Chan: Well, you can find out if you review, cus if you review, I will add another chapter! Maybe two if you're lucky!! O.O!!