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a/n: this is YAOI intended, there's nothing graphic but it may give you a fuzzy feeling.
song: Sawyer Brown -- This Night Won't Last Forever find it, listen to it. it won't give you a fuzzy feeling but it's good for the blues.
~~...~~ denotes the song parts. _..._ are thoughts
Goku looked at his wife giggling across from him with Bulma. He had been back on earth for a little over a year and it still didn't feel like the home he had left almost eight years ago. Chichi was still beautiful to him, age hadn't played any horrible games with her, if he hadn't known differently he would have sworn that she had frozen in time while he was away. She had always been so happy to have him home, smothered him in her love, both emotionally and physically. But this time, things had been different. When he came back he got a smile and a hug. He would have been lying if he had said he hadn't been shocked, but she never nagged him to stay with her longer. Never held him while they slept. Hell when he had drawn her near him in bed she had pushed away and slept nearly teetering on the edge. He watched her now, sighing deeply, wondering when her heart had wandered, and just who it had wandered too.
~~Everybody likes a celebration, happy music and conversation. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have the blues.~~
Chichi wiped her eyes after a peal of laughter and looked at Goku as he sat with his forehead in his palms. "What's wrong, Goku?" She reached out and touched him lightly.
Jumping back with a start, Goku blinked quickly and put on a fake grin that slipped slightly. "I'm fine. Just a little tired." As if to make his point he stretched and yawned. Chichi nodded and sat back, looked at him for a moment before talking again with Bulma. Mentally groaning, Goku watched as Chichi made smooth quick conversation. He hadn't meant to dwell, it was just hard to keep focused on anything else lately. His heart bled into his chest, she no longer needed him--maybe didn't want him. Not that he could really blame her. He had been gone a lot, and the last time was a long time to be gone.
The restaurant they sat in wasn't very busy, this late at night only bar mongers and romantics were out. Sweet lulling music played in the corner and the young couples clutched at each other as they tried to be close enough to melt together and not step on each other's toes. Goku watched them longingly, he had been starved of affection for years, his own fault it may be, but it didn't make the longing any easier to bear.
~~In the corner there's a couple dancing, from the kitchen I can hear them laughing. Oh I, wish I was celebrating too.~~
Vegeta leaned back on the bar, watching the small trio across the room with a feign of disinterest, legs crossed at his ankles while his bulk rested again the counter. He had been invited and was drug along by the onna but he refused to sit in on the mind-numbing conversation or be covered in particles of food as Kakkarot devoured his own personal mountain. He was surprised though when the waiter brought out what had been ordered. Both the harpy and the onna had soup and a large salad, Kakkarot hadn't ordered anything only nursed a half-empty mug of ale that sat in front of him. Vegeta sipped his own drink as he watched them. The women seemed to be having a splendid time, giggling like children. Kakkarot looked like he was ill, leaning back in his seat and staring at his harpy with hollow eyes, then looking out the window, then back to his harpy. Vegeta frowned, something was definitely wrong with the younger saiyajin.
~~I know this night won't last forever. I know the sun is gonna shine sometime. I need some hope for a bright tomorrow, and I know this heart is gonna mend just fine.~~
Bulma took sidelong glances at Goku as she ate and chattered with Chichi. He didn't look very good. Since he'd gotten home he seemed to be slipping into a depression, he couldn't be feeling ill, Goku never got sick. He kept staring at Chichi like a lost child...or a wounded pup. It wasn't her place to be nosey, but she couldn't really help herself. "Goku--"
"I'm going to get some fresh air." Goku stood, the chair scraping the floor with a screech. Taken slightly by surprise the two women nodded as he walked off and went through the front doors. Chichi sort of shrugged and continued to eat, Bulma looked at her for a moment before making eye contact with Vegeta across the room. Making a face she motioned him to follow Goku. Ignoring her, Vegeta turned his head away. Bulma huffed and Vegeta's sensitive ears brought his face back to hers. With rolling eyes and a sour face he stood and walked out too.
~~So pardon me for my disposition, I wish I didn't have to sit and listen. Their playing the same old songs on the stereo.~~
Goku sat on the edge of the building looking down on the people as they walked below his feet. He had meant to go fly off somewhere, but he felt too sick inside to go very far and settled for the restaurant's rooftop instead. The air was heavy, it would rain sooner or later before the night was over. Leaning with his elbows on his knees and his face in his palms Goku closed his eyes. He felt more than heard Vegeta land somewhere behind him, he didn't feel like company but he felt if he opened his mouth to tell Vegeta to shove off, he would wind up crying or killing him. Maybe both.
Vegeta sat on a small shed and pulled one knee up to his chest as he perched. Kakkarot looked like hell, from what Vegeta had gathered from the lack of talking, lack of looking and lack of touch he knew that Kakkarot and Chichi were having more than just problems. It was most likely over. He felt a sort of pang for him, losing ones mate isn't what he would consider fun. But hell, Vegeta had managed to carry on his line and not stayed tied to the onna, why should Kakkarot feel any different? _Because it's Kakkarot. He can't do anything without feeling._
~~She's been lying since the day I met her. I'd be better off to just forget her. Oh I, would rather be lonesome all alone.~~
"Kakkarot." Vegeta scowled in the dark, he had initiated the conversation so now what was he going to say? That he was sorry? "What's wrong with you?" Vegeta grimaced at his own choice of words. A light breeze picked up and blew a misting rain against his back, he shivered. Kakkarot didn't move, a small sniff his only reply. "Kakkarot..." Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut. "I...I'm..." he couldn't say it could he? He wouldn't? "I'm sorry." Vegeta bit his tongue and forced himself to stay looking at Kakkarot's back. Even as it stiffened, even as it turned, and even as teary eyes and salt streaked cheeks looked at him incredulously.
Waiting for the talk he was dreading, Vegeta could hear the words form in Kakkarot's head. *That's the most human thing I've ever heard from you Vegeta, I knew you'd change. You're really a good guy deep down.* As Kakkarot's mouth opened, Vegeta grimaced as he waited for the fated words to come, but they didn't. "Thank you, Vegeta." Kakkarot scooted his butt off of the edge of the building and sat on the rooftop with his back against the small wall. He drew his legs up and closed his eyes and moist wind washed the salt from his face.
~~And I know this night won't last forever. I know the sun is gonna shine sometime. I need some hope for a bright tomorrow, and I know this heart is gonna mend just fine.~~
Vegeta looked at him for a moment, reading the lines on Kakkarot's face. He didn't remember Kakkarot looking so old. He supposed he truly did feel a compassion for him, but it in a way he was glad. The harpy was no good for him, he had spawned two strong children, and it was time Kakkarot moved on. She had served her purpose well enough, Kakkarot needed to find a mate, one that would give him what he longed for. Vegeta looked away and up at the stars, they could both use one. There wasn't the connection he seeked when he coupled with Bulma, part of him was relieved after he sired his children, he done his part to continue on the royal line. Now he needed someone just for him, just as Kakkarot did now.
Vegeta looked at Kakkarot's lax face, the pain that was there seemed to be waning if only for the moment.
~~Suddenly there's a strange sensation, from my head to my toes.~~
Goku relaxed against the small wall, his heart was still heavy, but he was slowly letting go of what he knew was wrong. Chichi had moved on, and now he had to as well. When Vegeta had given his sympathy, something seemed to unravel and the pain bled away with the rain. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up to where the moon should have been and saw a blanket of stars. The reality of the depths of space seemed to suck away some of the pain. Sighing, he shifted his vision to Vegeta, still perched on the small shed roof. His ebony hair blended into the night sky and a spattering of diamonds seemed to cling to some of the more visible spikes. Goku smiled slightly. The stars were the crown of jewels to Vegeta's royal locks.
Goku sat up and leaned, the backdrop of jewels changed and he could see a larger sea of black, not liking the new view he settled back to his original position and smiled again.
Vegeta watched him oddly as he looked up at him, a sort of distant look in his eye as he moved and then resettled. He noticed a small smile curl the corners of the Sons lips. It seemed to fit the large fighter better than the lopsided grin that was usually there. Vegeta tilted his head as the stare started to put him on edge when Kakkarot grunted and stood. Cupping Vegeta's face in his large calloused hands, he put the Ouji's head back to where it had been.
~~Filling me with a strange sensation...~~
Smiling again, Kakkarot looked at the princely hair again and tentatively moved a spike to allow another row of lights to nest in it. A small grunt of surprise moved him from his stupor and he looked at Vegeta who was more than a little shocked. Noticing that he still had a hand nestled in Vegeta's hair and the other was cupping his cheek, Kakkarot let go and stepped back with an embarrassed laugh. "Geez, Vegeta...I didn't realize..."
As Vegeta watched Kakkarot's cheeks tint pink, he nearly fell over when a small feeling of longing snaked around his chest. He had watched the look of awe and sincere care settle onto Kakkarot's face; the soft touch, the small tender mewling he didn't even think Kakkarot knew he had emitted. Vegeta shivered in his skin when Kakkarot drew away, he wanted to be touched like that again.
~~Somebody's telling me, somebody's saying I know this night won't last forever. I know the sun is gonna shine sometime. I need some hope for a bright tomorrow and I know this heart is gonna mend just fine.~~
Vegeta made to lean forward, to grab a hold of Kakkarot's arm and make him touch him again, just once, that's all he wanted. Kakkarot had turned though, more embarrassed than he first thought, and Vegeta slid off of the shed and fell onto the rooftop with a wet thump. Vegeta picked himself up with as much grace as he had left and wiped down his soggy clothes while his cheeks burned with humiliation. What had he been thinking anyway?
Kakkarot touched his arm and when Vegeta turned those large Son eyes looked down on him worried. "You okay?" Vegeta nodded, looking at the hand that still gripped his bicep. Kakkarot let out a little laugh and let go, his embarrassment renewed. As he pulled away Vegeta shot his hand out and clasped it, maybe a little too tightly, but he didn't want him to slip away. Kakkarot looked at him more than a little shocked and soon expected to have a broken hand and bloodied face for his earlier folly.
Vegeta turned toward him, still clutching one hand, and reached out with his free one. He ran a finger down the side of Kakkarot's face, following a raindrop as it rolled down the sharp edges of his cheekbone. He heard Kakkarot's breath catch but didn't care. Clasping Kakkarot's still trapped hand by the wrist, he moved the tensed palm to his cheek then sighed and let it go when he realized it no longer felt the same as before. Slumping his shoulders a little, Vegeta cursed to himself at his foolishness and began to walk away. He stiffened as Kakkarot's voice carried to him. "Vegeta..." Wet footsteps slapped the pavement behind him, two thick arms snaked around his torso and squeezed gently. Biting the inside of his cheek, Vegeta relaxed a little but refused to lean into the warm heat behind him. Vegeta was swung slowly around and a palm cupped his cheek with that same tender care from before then slipped down his neck and stopped at a toned deltoid. Kakkarot pulled him into a loose hug and gently squeezed him again.
~~I know this night won't last forever. I know the sun is gonna shine sometime. I need some hope for a bright tomorrow and I know this heart is gonna mend just fine.~~
They stood in the rain a few minutes, sort of looking at each other in an odd asphyxiation. Water ran down Kakkarot's face and dripped now and then onto the Ouji's shoulders. "I think it's long past time to go back inside." Kakkarot nodded and looked at his feet. He wasn't really ready to go back inside and face Chichi, he wasn't sure that he would ever be. Vegeta watched him another moment and felt a warm drop of wetness seep to his shoulder. Sighing he moved to the edge of the building and waited for Kakkarot to follow before dropping to the doorway and going inside.
Bulma smiled then grimaced as she saw Vegeta and Goku walk inside, both soaking wet with hair waterlogged nearly to their shoulders. Vegeta walked around the table and shook his matted head as he sat. Goku sat across from Chichi, a forlorn look on his face as he watched his wife all but ignore him. Bulma wanted to cry just looking at him but decided to sway the conversation. "Good god Vegeta, you look like a drowned rat? What did you two do stand out in the rain for an hour?"
Vegeta snorted and tossed his hair, a flurry of raindrops soaking her blouse. Bulma huffed and turned away to talk to Chichi. Vegeta grinned and looked over to Goku and his smirk fell. He looks like he's dying. Vegeta carefully reached over and squeezed the younger saiyajin's knee. Goku looked at him and then the tabletop. Ice tendrils ran through Vegeta's heart, he wished he had his tail at least then he could give the man some solace without drawing unwanted attention. Goku seemed to understand and looked back at him with a small sad smile. "Thanks 'Geta." Vegeta gave a curt nod then crossed his arms over his chest. Goku took a small sip of his stale beer then glanced back to Vegeta. "Just give me a little time."
Vegeta's heart stopped for a moment and he swallowed hard at the implications that sentence made. At first his head screamed no, but his heart won out moments later with a soft yes. Purring, Vegeta smirked and signaled the waiter for a brew as he tilted back his chair. Bulma looked at him queerly as the rumbling in his chest distracted her from her conversation. Her eyes narrowed as she realized what the sound was, she had only heard it twice after both of their children had been conceived.
Goku noticed the sound too, he looked to Vegeta and gave a small smile as the Ouji took a heavy draught off of his beer. Setting the chair back on the floor with a thump Goku jumped and turned to Vegeta. If he hadn't had saiyajin ears, he might have missed it. Vegeta set the bottle down a moment and the purring increased tenfold.
"Take all the time you need."
---------------------------------- a/n: thanks to EVERYONE who reviewed, for clarifications, corrections and general praise. =D I did my best to fix up the errors AND am working on a second chapter that will hopefully be up within the week. *crosses fingers* (pssst.it's gonna be another songfic.)
a/n: this is YAOI intended, there's nothing graphic but it may give you a fuzzy feeling.
song: Sawyer Brown -- This Night Won't Last Forever find it, listen to it. it won't give you a fuzzy feeling but it's good for the blues.
~~...~~ denotes the song parts. _..._ are thoughts
Goku looked at his wife giggling across from him with Bulma. He had been back on earth for a little over a year and it still didn't feel like the home he had left almost eight years ago. Chichi was still beautiful to him, age hadn't played any horrible games with her, if he hadn't known differently he would have sworn that she had frozen in time while he was away. She had always been so happy to have him home, smothered him in her love, both emotionally and physically. But this time, things had been different. When he came back he got a smile and a hug. He would have been lying if he had said he hadn't been shocked, but she never nagged him to stay with her longer. Never held him while they slept. Hell when he had drawn her near him in bed she had pushed away and slept nearly teetering on the edge. He watched her now, sighing deeply, wondering when her heart had wandered, and just who it had wandered too.
~~Everybody likes a celebration, happy music and conversation. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have the blues.~~
Chichi wiped her eyes after a peal of laughter and looked at Goku as he sat with his forehead in his palms. "What's wrong, Goku?" She reached out and touched him lightly.
Jumping back with a start, Goku blinked quickly and put on a fake grin that slipped slightly. "I'm fine. Just a little tired." As if to make his point he stretched and yawned. Chichi nodded and sat back, looked at him for a moment before talking again with Bulma. Mentally groaning, Goku watched as Chichi made smooth quick conversation. He hadn't meant to dwell, it was just hard to keep focused on anything else lately. His heart bled into his chest, she no longer needed him--maybe didn't want him. Not that he could really blame her. He had been gone a lot, and the last time was a long time to be gone.
The restaurant they sat in wasn't very busy, this late at night only bar mongers and romantics were out. Sweet lulling music played in the corner and the young couples clutched at each other as they tried to be close enough to melt together and not step on each other's toes. Goku watched them longingly, he had been starved of affection for years, his own fault it may be, but it didn't make the longing any easier to bear.
~~In the corner there's a couple dancing, from the kitchen I can hear them laughing. Oh I, wish I was celebrating too.~~
Vegeta leaned back on the bar, watching the small trio across the room with a feign of disinterest, legs crossed at his ankles while his bulk rested again the counter. He had been invited and was drug along by the onna but he refused to sit in on the mind-numbing conversation or be covered in particles of food as Kakkarot devoured his own personal mountain. He was surprised though when the waiter brought out what had been ordered. Both the harpy and the onna had soup and a large salad, Kakkarot hadn't ordered anything only nursed a half-empty mug of ale that sat in front of him. Vegeta sipped his own drink as he watched them. The women seemed to be having a splendid time, giggling like children. Kakkarot looked like he was ill, leaning back in his seat and staring at his harpy with hollow eyes, then looking out the window, then back to his harpy. Vegeta frowned, something was definitely wrong with the younger saiyajin.
~~I know this night won't last forever. I know the sun is gonna shine sometime. I need some hope for a bright tomorrow, and I know this heart is gonna mend just fine.~~
Bulma took sidelong glances at Goku as she ate and chattered with Chichi. He didn't look very good. Since he'd gotten home he seemed to be slipping into a depression, he couldn't be feeling ill, Goku never got sick. He kept staring at Chichi like a lost child...or a wounded pup. It wasn't her place to be nosey, but she couldn't really help herself. "Goku--"
"I'm going to get some fresh air." Goku stood, the chair scraping the floor with a screech. Taken slightly by surprise the two women nodded as he walked off and went through the front doors. Chichi sort of shrugged and continued to eat, Bulma looked at her for a moment before making eye contact with Vegeta across the room. Making a face she motioned him to follow Goku. Ignoring her, Vegeta turned his head away. Bulma huffed and Vegeta's sensitive ears brought his face back to hers. With rolling eyes and a sour face he stood and walked out too.
~~So pardon me for my disposition, I wish I didn't have to sit and listen. Their playing the same old songs on the stereo.~~
Goku sat on the edge of the building looking down on the people as they walked below his feet. He had meant to go fly off somewhere, but he felt too sick inside to go very far and settled for the restaurant's rooftop instead. The air was heavy, it would rain sooner or later before the night was over. Leaning with his elbows on his knees and his face in his palms Goku closed his eyes. He felt more than heard Vegeta land somewhere behind him, he didn't feel like company but he felt if he opened his mouth to tell Vegeta to shove off, he would wind up crying or killing him. Maybe both.
Vegeta sat on a small shed and pulled one knee up to his chest as he perched. Kakkarot looked like hell, from what Vegeta had gathered from the lack of talking, lack of looking and lack of touch he knew that Kakkarot and Chichi were having more than just problems. It was most likely over. He felt a sort of pang for him, losing ones mate isn't what he would consider fun. But hell, Vegeta had managed to carry on his line and not stayed tied to the onna, why should Kakkarot feel any different? _Because it's Kakkarot. He can't do anything without feeling._
~~She's been lying since the day I met her. I'd be better off to just forget her. Oh I, would rather be lonesome all alone.~~
"Kakkarot." Vegeta scowled in the dark, he had initiated the conversation so now what was he going to say? That he was sorry? "What's wrong with you?" Vegeta grimaced at his own choice of words. A light breeze picked up and blew a misting rain against his back, he shivered. Kakkarot didn't move, a small sniff his only reply. "Kakkarot..." Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut. "I...I'm..." he couldn't say it could he? He wouldn't? "I'm sorry." Vegeta bit his tongue and forced himself to stay looking at Kakkarot's back. Even as it stiffened, even as it turned, and even as teary eyes and salt streaked cheeks looked at him incredulously.
Waiting for the talk he was dreading, Vegeta could hear the words form in Kakkarot's head. *That's the most human thing I've ever heard from you Vegeta, I knew you'd change. You're really a good guy deep down.* As Kakkarot's mouth opened, Vegeta grimaced as he waited for the fated words to come, but they didn't. "Thank you, Vegeta." Kakkarot scooted his butt off of the edge of the building and sat on the rooftop with his back against the small wall. He drew his legs up and closed his eyes and moist wind washed the salt from his face.
~~And I know this night won't last forever. I know the sun is gonna shine sometime. I need some hope for a bright tomorrow, and I know this heart is gonna mend just fine.~~
Vegeta looked at him for a moment, reading the lines on Kakkarot's face. He didn't remember Kakkarot looking so old. He supposed he truly did feel a compassion for him, but it in a way he was glad. The harpy was no good for him, he had spawned two strong children, and it was time Kakkarot moved on. She had served her purpose well enough, Kakkarot needed to find a mate, one that would give him what he longed for. Vegeta looked away and up at the stars, they could both use one. There wasn't the connection he seeked when he coupled with Bulma, part of him was relieved after he sired his children, he done his part to continue on the royal line. Now he needed someone just for him, just as Kakkarot did now.
Vegeta looked at Kakkarot's lax face, the pain that was there seemed to be waning if only for the moment.
~~Suddenly there's a strange sensation, from my head to my toes.~~
Goku relaxed against the small wall, his heart was still heavy, but he was slowly letting go of what he knew was wrong. Chichi had moved on, and now he had to as well. When Vegeta had given his sympathy, something seemed to unravel and the pain bled away with the rain. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up to where the moon should have been and saw a blanket of stars. The reality of the depths of space seemed to suck away some of the pain. Sighing, he shifted his vision to Vegeta, still perched on the small shed roof. His ebony hair blended into the night sky and a spattering of diamonds seemed to cling to some of the more visible spikes. Goku smiled slightly. The stars were the crown of jewels to Vegeta's royal locks.
Goku sat up and leaned, the backdrop of jewels changed and he could see a larger sea of black, not liking the new view he settled back to his original position and smiled again.
Vegeta watched him oddly as he looked up at him, a sort of distant look in his eye as he moved and then resettled. He noticed a small smile curl the corners of the Sons lips. It seemed to fit the large fighter better than the lopsided grin that was usually there. Vegeta tilted his head as the stare started to put him on edge when Kakkarot grunted and stood. Cupping Vegeta's face in his large calloused hands, he put the Ouji's head back to where it had been.
~~Filling me with a strange sensation...~~
Smiling again, Kakkarot looked at the princely hair again and tentatively moved a spike to allow another row of lights to nest in it. A small grunt of surprise moved him from his stupor and he looked at Vegeta who was more than a little shocked. Noticing that he still had a hand nestled in Vegeta's hair and the other was cupping his cheek, Kakkarot let go and stepped back with an embarrassed laugh. "Geez, Vegeta...I didn't realize..."
As Vegeta watched Kakkarot's cheeks tint pink, he nearly fell over when a small feeling of longing snaked around his chest. He had watched the look of awe and sincere care settle onto Kakkarot's face; the soft touch, the small tender mewling he didn't even think Kakkarot knew he had emitted. Vegeta shivered in his skin when Kakkarot drew away, he wanted to be touched like that again.
~~Somebody's telling me, somebody's saying I know this night won't last forever. I know the sun is gonna shine sometime. I need some hope for a bright tomorrow and I know this heart is gonna mend just fine.~~
Vegeta made to lean forward, to grab a hold of Kakkarot's arm and make him touch him again, just once, that's all he wanted. Kakkarot had turned though, more embarrassed than he first thought, and Vegeta slid off of the shed and fell onto the rooftop with a wet thump. Vegeta picked himself up with as much grace as he had left and wiped down his soggy clothes while his cheeks burned with humiliation. What had he been thinking anyway?
Kakkarot touched his arm and when Vegeta turned those large Son eyes looked down on him worried. "You okay?" Vegeta nodded, looking at the hand that still gripped his bicep. Kakkarot let out a little laugh and let go, his embarrassment renewed. As he pulled away Vegeta shot his hand out and clasped it, maybe a little too tightly, but he didn't want him to slip away. Kakkarot looked at him more than a little shocked and soon expected to have a broken hand and bloodied face for his earlier folly.
Vegeta turned toward him, still clutching one hand, and reached out with his free one. He ran a finger down the side of Kakkarot's face, following a raindrop as it rolled down the sharp edges of his cheekbone. He heard Kakkarot's breath catch but didn't care. Clasping Kakkarot's still trapped hand by the wrist, he moved the tensed palm to his cheek then sighed and let it go when he realized it no longer felt the same as before. Slumping his shoulders a little, Vegeta cursed to himself at his foolishness and began to walk away. He stiffened as Kakkarot's voice carried to him. "Vegeta..." Wet footsteps slapped the pavement behind him, two thick arms snaked around his torso and squeezed gently. Biting the inside of his cheek, Vegeta relaxed a little but refused to lean into the warm heat behind him. Vegeta was swung slowly around and a palm cupped his cheek with that same tender care from before then slipped down his neck and stopped at a toned deltoid. Kakkarot pulled him into a loose hug and gently squeezed him again.
~~I know this night won't last forever. I know the sun is gonna shine sometime. I need some hope for a bright tomorrow and I know this heart is gonna mend just fine.~~
They stood in the rain a few minutes, sort of looking at each other in an odd asphyxiation. Water ran down Kakkarot's face and dripped now and then onto the Ouji's shoulders. "I think it's long past time to go back inside." Kakkarot nodded and looked at his feet. He wasn't really ready to go back inside and face Chichi, he wasn't sure that he would ever be. Vegeta watched him another moment and felt a warm drop of wetness seep to his shoulder. Sighing he moved to the edge of the building and waited for Kakkarot to follow before dropping to the doorway and going inside.
Bulma smiled then grimaced as she saw Vegeta and Goku walk inside, both soaking wet with hair waterlogged nearly to their shoulders. Vegeta walked around the table and shook his matted head as he sat. Goku sat across from Chichi, a forlorn look on his face as he watched his wife all but ignore him. Bulma wanted to cry just looking at him but decided to sway the conversation. "Good god Vegeta, you look like a drowned rat? What did you two do stand out in the rain for an hour?"
Vegeta snorted and tossed his hair, a flurry of raindrops soaking her blouse. Bulma huffed and turned away to talk to Chichi. Vegeta grinned and looked over to Goku and his smirk fell. He looks like he's dying. Vegeta carefully reached over and squeezed the younger saiyajin's knee. Goku looked at him and then the tabletop. Ice tendrils ran through Vegeta's heart, he wished he had his tail at least then he could give the man some solace without drawing unwanted attention. Goku seemed to understand and looked back at him with a small sad smile. "Thanks 'Geta." Vegeta gave a curt nod then crossed his arms over his chest. Goku took a small sip of his stale beer then glanced back to Vegeta. "Just give me a little time."
Vegeta's heart stopped for a moment and he swallowed hard at the implications that sentence made. At first his head screamed no, but his heart won out moments later with a soft yes. Purring, Vegeta smirked and signaled the waiter for a brew as he tilted back his chair. Bulma looked at him queerly as the rumbling in his chest distracted her from her conversation. Her eyes narrowed as she realized what the sound was, she had only heard it twice after both of their children had been conceived.
Goku noticed the sound too, he looked to Vegeta and gave a small smile as the Ouji took a heavy draught off of his beer. Setting the chair back on the floor with a thump Goku jumped and turned to Vegeta. If he hadn't had saiyajin ears, he might have missed it. Vegeta set the bottle down a moment and the purring increased tenfold.
"Take all the time you need."
---------------------------------- a/n: thanks to EVERYONE who reviewed, for clarifications, corrections and general praise. =D I did my best to fix up the errors AND am working on a second chapter that will hopefully be up within the week. *crosses fingers* (pssst.it's gonna be another songfic.)