Disclaimer: Not mine.

I'm so sorry this took so long, I couldn't think of how to keep going, so I decided to go from Vegeta's point for a bit … But here it is! Enjoy.

III

Vegeta had been mulling over what was bugging his friend, he couldn't think of any possible answer to what the other saiyan couldn't admit. His thoughts distracted him from his training and usual daily routines, which worried his family members. Bulma got to the point where she was giving Vegeta things to do around the house since he seemed to be sick of everything else, of course the prince of saiyans would have none of that.

"No woman! For the last time I am NOT cleaning the damn kitchen!"

"Well you've got nothing better to do! You look like a lost child for goodness sakes, you won't even tell us what's wrong!" Bulma screamed back, "This week has been terrible with you in your little mood, Vegeta. I'm sick of it!"

Vegeta growled in response and sulked to the door and out. It had been a week since he had seen the other man, 'why not, might as well check up on him…' he thought to himself, taking to the air he flew quickly. Goku was awake, that much he could tell from there, but he seemed a bit agitated. Coming up on Goku's house rather rapidly Vegeta slowed down to go in for a landing, his feet touching lightly on the ground he went straight for the door, no hesitation in his step. Rapping on the door with his fist, he stood back a bit waiting for a response, he heard Goku from inside.

"Just a second! I'm comin!" he said, slightly muffled through the door. A moment later the door opened and Goku stood before his prince, shock written on his features. His breathing quickened and he gulped loudly, Vegeta raised an eyebrow.

"Something the matter, Kakarott?"

He blinked, "Uh…N-no, Vegeta…" his voice unsteadily tumbling out of his throat.

"Really…" Vegeta said, not believing him, he frowned and moved quickly, grabbing Goku by the shoulder he hauled him outside, closing the door in the same movement, "You are going to explain what's going on, got it?"

Goku's eyes widened even more, "B-but Vegeta!" he swallowed, "I…"

"Oh be quiet. Let's go"

"Now wait just a minute! I can't just go running off, Chichi will worry." Goku said, making any excuse to stall the older saiyan from dragging him away.

"Then tell her and get back out here, I want some answers." He demanded, none-to-kindly.

Goku nodded and went back into the house, "Chichi! Chichi I'm going out for a while! Need some fresh air!"

"Wait a second Goku!" Chichi came around the corner carrying a basket of clean clothes, "Why are you going right now?"

"Uh…I just wanted to get out, thought I'd take my chance right now…" Goku lied.

"Alright, don't be long, dear." Goku nodded and slipped back out the door, his nerves going back into overdrive as soon as he made eye contact with Vegeta again. He walked towards the shorter man, keeping his eyes locked.

"Have you got the "ok" yet, Kakarott?" he asked rudely.

"Yes."

"Then let's go."

"Fine."

They took off together, Goku following Vegeta as he lead them towards the only place he could think of…

~A bit later…~

When they landed again they were out in the middle of the ocean, a small deserted island, barely bigger than the Kame House Island. Goku looked around and then to Vegeta questioningly.

"Where are we?"

"An island I found a while ago, it's not very big but it was a place to go." Vegeta said reminiscently, "I came here when I would blow up at people." He turned, "And I would like you to tell me what's going on…"

Goku looked at his feet, kicking sand around like a child that was caught taking a cookie. "Vegeta…I don't know what you're going to say…"

"That doesn't matter! You're driving me mad, Kakarott!" he burst out. "Ever since you couldn't tell me, it's been bugging me! Please, just say it."

The gentle saiyan was caught off guard, 'Well, he has been extremely patient with me…I didn't mean to get him upset over it…' he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, steadying himself. "Vegeta…I'm in love with you," he paused, Vegeta said nothing as his eyes widened, "I couldn't tell you before, how was I supposed to know what you'd say? I was worried that you'd be angry with me, and I don't think I could deal with you hating me…" he sighed, and Vegeta finally understood what was going on.

"What are you talking about? How can you possibly…?" he didn't make eye contact with Goku again, his eyes looked towards the ground, "Why?"

Goku swallowed, "You just…never mind…you know now," he sat down on the sandy shore of the tiny island, his head in his hands.

"Kakarott…You know I can't return those feelings…" Vegeta finally realized the way Goku was sitting, and he knelt beside him, "I have Bulma, and Trunks, and Bra…"

"I know, I know…" he sniffed, "I just hoped maybe you would understand…or be able to help."

Vegeta shook his head, his features forming a frustrated look, "Well at least you told me."

Goku shook his head, "What difference does that make?" he lifted his head to look at Vegeta again, "I still won't sleep, but you got what you were looking for…so…you can go."

Vegeta felt as though he should do something, but what was there for him to do? "Kakarott…"

Goku stood suddenly, looking Vegeta in the eyes, "I almost forgot…Vegeta! Did you ever meet my father?"

"Well yes…He helped me with my wounds when I would return from missions sometimes…Why?"

"Because I've been having the weirdest dreams lately…He's there, with you and my brother…laughing, he's always laughing about something and the two of you look so angry with him. Am I like him?" he said, never breaking eye contact, as his features shifted to a questioning look.

"Yes…I guess in a way you are a lot like him." Vegeta replied, scratching his forehead in thought, "He was stern when he needed to be, almost always rude to people, but you do have similar ways."

Goku nodded, "I want to meet him."