disclaimers: Noppies, not minesy
warnings: boy x boy love
Notes: The dreams are different
THE DREAM WITHIN
Rain poured in torrents from the heavens, the angry mass of grey clouds entirely covering the expanse of the skies. The drops lingered on the leaves of the trees, dipping and splashing against those gathered at the cemetery. The people were clothed in black, the air of melancholy was stifling. Their heads were bent in mourning and it even seemed, the entire world was feeling the sorrow along with these humans.
[The seasons move on, leaving
The scent of the flowers blooming pale
The rain has stopped too, clouds in the sky
Are blown gently by the blue breeze]
Words were spoken softly. Emotions radiated like waves of electricity. There was so much pain coming from the assembled. Vegeta, in the dreamscape, could only stare at the procedings with curiousity. Where was he? What was going on? Who's funeral? Bulma's?
[Both today and tomorrow
Alongside the times we walk
Our trembling thoughts will be there
Unchanging]
Vegeta had had dreams before this but they were full of carnal passions and pleasure was seldomly given these days. The only pleasure he had shared had been with Kakarotto a week before. So, why had the dreams changed? Why go from intensely sexual to morose and morbid?
[Forever Forever
It blooms but never dies
The pounding of my heart never ceases
More than anyone, More than anyone
I gaze at you
With this feeling that never ends]
Vegeta watched as the people steered clear of one hunched figure, standing in front of the casket. They wouldn't touch the person nor offer him or her comfort. Vegeta was intrigued as his dream body floated closer to the scene. He felt an overemporing dread enter his heart as he stared at silently sobbing person. Why did if affect him like this? Why should he even care? It's not as if he knew the deceased.
[That day, when we met
How many times in the world
has a miracle like this happened?
Whom shall I thank?]
He could almost make out the profile of the person and he decided the mourner was a man, short in stature and strangely familiar. Vegeta inched nearer, hearing the crying. Were those tears appearing from underneath the hood of the raincoat? Or were they actually drops of percipitation?
[Ah, I know your future
will be perfect for me
There will be nights when I can't say it
Although I may cry]
Vegeta mused to himself that at least in the rain, once couldn't distinguish the tears. His lips twitched into a miniscule smile. He had hidden his own tears like that, when Bulma died. That was why this funeral reminded him of Bulma's passing but it wasn't because this man couldn't be him, could he? At Bulma's funeral, Kakarotto, Gohan, and the others save Yamcha patted him on the shoulder despite his wishing to be left in solace. And, Vegeta hadn't wept as hard as this poor man was.
[Forever Forever
It may pass, but it will not fade
In the wind, under the sky, I wait
If I believe If I believe
Then your smile
Will surely become my flower]
It was strange but Vegeta felt an almost kinship to the man. He wanted to remove that hood shrouding the man's face from view, he wanted to know who this man was. Vegeta's eyes drifted to the coffin. Who had died that had caused so much grief? She or he must have been cherished, loved, and important. They must have been the man's soul mate.
[Forever Forever
It blooms but never dies
The pounding of my heart never ceases
More than anyone, More than anyone
I gaze at you
With this never ending feeling]
Vegeta's transparent fingers touched the white oak, swallowing a little. There wasn't something wrong about this. This person dead shouldn't have had his or her life ended so prematurely. They had to have been young. He could just....sense that sort of thing. The man stepped forward, placing a kiss to his fingertips and pressing them against the casket.
"I'm sorry I never got the chance to love you," so heartbroken and lost came the voice.
* ~ *
Vegeta groaned, rubbing his eyes fitifully. Kami-damned dreams. Vegeta couldn't suppress a shiver that coursed through his body and it wasn't from the chill air. No, it had been from the stupid dream. It had seemed to real, as if it was a glimpse of the future. The prince yawned, dressing lazily into his training gi. Kakarotto used to tell him that he gave off an aura of a less menacing, almost kind persona when he was clothed in the unfitting material.
"Kakarotto," Vegeta whispered to the air. It had been a week. A whole week, just like before, when he was advoiding Kakarotto. He had reasons, it wasn't as if it was unjustifiable. Vegeta sighed. Who was he kidding? He was terrified of what Kakarotto invoked in him, the intense feelings of love that he had never exprienced in his life. Not with Bulma, not with anyone.
He wondered how Kakarotto was doing, was he okay, was he training hard? Vegeta often saw Goten at Capsule Corporation. Usually in the morning getting breakfast while Trunks was busy being the president. Vegeta wished he could take over, just so Goten and Trunks could be together more. So, it wasn't any surprise that Goten was pouring a bowl of cereal, only wearing boxers.
"Goodmorning Vegeta-san!" Goten chirped painfully cheerful. Noone should sound so happy at seven in the morning, on a Monday no less. Vegeta merely grunted in return, grabbing the milk, eggs, and pancake mix. Goten frowned, glancing at his food and at what Vegeta was preparing. He put on the most adorable pout he could muster. "Vegeta-san...may I have some too?"
Those brown eyes, so much like his father's. Vegeta nodded, surprised when Goten threw his arms around him and hugged him merrily. "Thank you! Otousan- san!" Goten grinned, settling into a chair to begin his repast. Vegeta rolled his eyes, getting used to the title of 'Father.' Goten gazed at Vegeta, noticing the dark circles under his eyes....like his own father's. "Vegeta-san...have you talked to my father lately?"
Vegeta narrowed his eyes, fixing Goten with a glare. "Why do you ask?"
"Because..he's been acting strange and I thought that you might know."
"And how is he acting strange?"
"You see, I guessed that you had kicked his ass and he was sulking in bed but that doesn't seem to be the case..."
"What do you mean?! Sulking?!" Vegeta demanding, cursing himself for caring. That miserable bastard was fucking up his mind and emotions. He DID NOT LOVE KAKAROTTO!
"He won't get out of bed. He looks ill..."
"You didn't consider getting a doctor?"
"Well...Gohan checked him over but there didn't seem to be any ailments. Would you mind talking to him?"
"Fine!" Vegeta snapped, throwing the glass with the batter onto the counter, and leaving without any other words.
Goten stood, pouring the contents into the pan. He sighed, hoping for the best.
~ ~ ~
Well, I updated! ^_^ *Grins*
Thanks for reviewing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Merci beaucoup!
Notes: Er...dont ask when the next update will be cuz..I havent the slightest idea. It comes to me at times. Anyhoo, the lyrics aren't mine but I cant remember from where.
warnings: boy x boy love
Notes: The dreams are different
THE DREAM WITHIN
Rain poured in torrents from the heavens, the angry mass of grey clouds entirely covering the expanse of the skies. The drops lingered on the leaves of the trees, dipping and splashing against those gathered at the cemetery. The people were clothed in black, the air of melancholy was stifling. Their heads were bent in mourning and it even seemed, the entire world was feeling the sorrow along with these humans.
[The seasons move on, leaving
The scent of the flowers blooming pale
The rain has stopped too, clouds in the sky
Are blown gently by the blue breeze]
Words were spoken softly. Emotions radiated like waves of electricity. There was so much pain coming from the assembled. Vegeta, in the dreamscape, could only stare at the procedings with curiousity. Where was he? What was going on? Who's funeral? Bulma's?
[Both today and tomorrow
Alongside the times we walk
Our trembling thoughts will be there
Unchanging]
Vegeta had had dreams before this but they were full of carnal passions and pleasure was seldomly given these days. The only pleasure he had shared had been with Kakarotto a week before. So, why had the dreams changed? Why go from intensely sexual to morose and morbid?
[Forever Forever
It blooms but never dies
The pounding of my heart never ceases
More than anyone, More than anyone
I gaze at you
With this feeling that never ends]
Vegeta watched as the people steered clear of one hunched figure, standing in front of the casket. They wouldn't touch the person nor offer him or her comfort. Vegeta was intrigued as his dream body floated closer to the scene. He felt an overemporing dread enter his heart as he stared at silently sobbing person. Why did if affect him like this? Why should he even care? It's not as if he knew the deceased.
[That day, when we met
How many times in the world
has a miracle like this happened?
Whom shall I thank?]
He could almost make out the profile of the person and he decided the mourner was a man, short in stature and strangely familiar. Vegeta inched nearer, hearing the crying. Were those tears appearing from underneath the hood of the raincoat? Or were they actually drops of percipitation?
[Ah, I know your future
will be perfect for me
There will be nights when I can't say it
Although I may cry]
Vegeta mused to himself that at least in the rain, once couldn't distinguish the tears. His lips twitched into a miniscule smile. He had hidden his own tears like that, when Bulma died. That was why this funeral reminded him of Bulma's passing but it wasn't because this man couldn't be him, could he? At Bulma's funeral, Kakarotto, Gohan, and the others save Yamcha patted him on the shoulder despite his wishing to be left in solace. And, Vegeta hadn't wept as hard as this poor man was.
[Forever Forever
It may pass, but it will not fade
In the wind, under the sky, I wait
If I believe If I believe
Then your smile
Will surely become my flower]
It was strange but Vegeta felt an almost kinship to the man. He wanted to remove that hood shrouding the man's face from view, he wanted to know who this man was. Vegeta's eyes drifted to the coffin. Who had died that had caused so much grief? She or he must have been cherished, loved, and important. They must have been the man's soul mate.
[Forever Forever
It blooms but never dies
The pounding of my heart never ceases
More than anyone, More than anyone
I gaze at you
With this never ending feeling]
Vegeta's transparent fingers touched the white oak, swallowing a little. There wasn't something wrong about this. This person dead shouldn't have had his or her life ended so prematurely. They had to have been young. He could just....sense that sort of thing. The man stepped forward, placing a kiss to his fingertips and pressing them against the casket.
"I'm sorry I never got the chance to love you," so heartbroken and lost came the voice.
* ~ *
Vegeta groaned, rubbing his eyes fitifully. Kami-damned dreams. Vegeta couldn't suppress a shiver that coursed through his body and it wasn't from the chill air. No, it had been from the stupid dream. It had seemed to real, as if it was a glimpse of the future. The prince yawned, dressing lazily into his training gi. Kakarotto used to tell him that he gave off an aura of a less menacing, almost kind persona when he was clothed in the unfitting material.
"Kakarotto," Vegeta whispered to the air. It had been a week. A whole week, just like before, when he was advoiding Kakarotto. He had reasons, it wasn't as if it was unjustifiable. Vegeta sighed. Who was he kidding? He was terrified of what Kakarotto invoked in him, the intense feelings of love that he had never exprienced in his life. Not with Bulma, not with anyone.
He wondered how Kakarotto was doing, was he okay, was he training hard? Vegeta often saw Goten at Capsule Corporation. Usually in the morning getting breakfast while Trunks was busy being the president. Vegeta wished he could take over, just so Goten and Trunks could be together more. So, it wasn't any surprise that Goten was pouring a bowl of cereal, only wearing boxers.
"Goodmorning Vegeta-san!" Goten chirped painfully cheerful. Noone should sound so happy at seven in the morning, on a Monday no less. Vegeta merely grunted in return, grabbing the milk, eggs, and pancake mix. Goten frowned, glancing at his food and at what Vegeta was preparing. He put on the most adorable pout he could muster. "Vegeta-san...may I have some too?"
Those brown eyes, so much like his father's. Vegeta nodded, surprised when Goten threw his arms around him and hugged him merrily. "Thank you! Otousan- san!" Goten grinned, settling into a chair to begin his repast. Vegeta rolled his eyes, getting used to the title of 'Father.' Goten gazed at Vegeta, noticing the dark circles under his eyes....like his own father's. "Vegeta-san...have you talked to my father lately?"
Vegeta narrowed his eyes, fixing Goten with a glare. "Why do you ask?"
"Because..he's been acting strange and I thought that you might know."
"And how is he acting strange?"
"You see, I guessed that you had kicked his ass and he was sulking in bed but that doesn't seem to be the case..."
"What do you mean?! Sulking?!" Vegeta demanding, cursing himself for caring. That miserable bastard was fucking up his mind and emotions. He DID NOT LOVE KAKAROTTO!
"He won't get out of bed. He looks ill..."
"You didn't consider getting a doctor?"
"Well...Gohan checked him over but there didn't seem to be any ailments. Would you mind talking to him?"
"Fine!" Vegeta snapped, throwing the glass with the batter onto the counter, and leaving without any other words.
Goten stood, pouring the contents into the pan. He sighed, hoping for the best.
~ ~ ~
Well, I updated! ^_^ *Grins*
Thanks for reviewing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Merci beaucoup!
Notes: Er...dont ask when the next update will be cuz..I havent the slightest idea. It comes to me at times. Anyhoo, the lyrics aren't mine but I cant remember from where.