Goku rolled over on his bed; eyes shut but wide awake. It had been many months since he and Chichi had broken up, and he still couldn't understand why she had left him. He felt very lonely. Honestly, he wasn't really lonely in the physical aspect. Goten came to visit him everyday since the divorce, and for that he was eternally grateful for. Gohan didn't drop by as much, but he had a family of his own, and he had work to go to, too. Goku really wanted to see his first born son as well, but he understood why he didn't come around as often as he said he would have liked.
But he was lonely in the fact that he had no one else to share his house with. He didn't have a companion. Sure, he could rent out a room and have some complete stranger make himself at home in his house, but he was certain that at first sight of watching Goku train, they'd head for the hills! Not that he'd be doing much training, as he was far too depressed to do that. Goku smiled weakly as he thought of Vegeta's face painted with shock and horror when he hears that 'Kakarot, the Mighty Saiyan' is slacking on his training.
Poor 'Geta, he thought with amusement. I wonder what he's doing now… Goku paused as the smile faded from his face, and he buried his face back into his pillows. That was how most of his thoughts went. Even if he was thinking of something small and mundane, like eating or washing up, his thoughts would always wander to Vegeta. It's not that he minded thinking about the fiery ouji, but it was getting rather annoying eating your sandwich and wondering what Vegeta would say should he see the 'Third Class Baka' eating very slowly…at least, slower than his normal rate of consumption.
Why can I not go a day without thinking of him? He asked himself, almost exasperatedly. Nande? Goku found himself, once again; wondering what Vegeta was doing at that exact moment. After a little contemplation on whether to feel out the source of his agitation, he reached out to find Vegeta's ki.
"Nani??!!" he yelped as he sat bolt upright in his bed. "Why…why in the hell is Vegeta coming here?!"
Sure enough, Vegeta was on his way. He woke up that morning, remembering the promise he gave Goten on seeing his father, and cursed profoundly. The night before, Vegeta had totally forgot about visiting the burly Saiyan…thinking of him, yes, but thinking about visiting him, no.
Kuso! He cursed to himself. Why did I have to make that promise with that…that…gaki! I was planning on spending my day sketching something beautiful, but looks like that might be out the window! But Vegeta had brought his sketchbook and pencil crayons just in case he spotted something that sparked his interest. He had packed it with the reason that because Goku was depressed; he was most likely slacking on his training. And with Goku being Goku, that was very likely. So, should he land one well-placed punch on the Earth-raised Saiyan, he'd be out like a light. And Vegeta reasoned that he wasn't going to wait many hours for the baka to finally regain consciousness, doing nothing. Vegeta really didn't mind if Goku didn't want to train at all, either. That would probably be better for him as he didn't want to beat the shit out of a highly depressed man…as tempting as it is.
Hn, he snorted to himself. But with the way life has been going on so far, I wouldn't be so surprised if he still manages to knock me out! Even though he's been slacking! But Vegeta knew he couldn't really say that. After all, Chichi was a total ikeike, but Goku was very loyal. Vegeta could imagine his fragile heart shattered into billions of pieces and it made his own ache. The way I think of Kakarot…it's not as though I lust after him. A light rose appeared on his cheeks. I think…I feel more for him, if I actually care about how he's doing. The blush deepened a bit as a sheepish smile curled on his lips. I think…I think…watashi wa Kakarot daisuki desu…a lot. The blush deepened as he realised he truly did care for the Earth-raised warrior. But his smile faded and was replaced by a scowl when he reminded himself that Goku, in no way, would feel the same way he did about him, as he was still brooding over the separation between him and the harpy. With one last push of ki, he flew over the mountains and on to Goku's house.
"What on Earth does Vegeta want with me?" he asked out aloud as he stood in his gi bottoms, looking out from his window into the sky. He sighed. "Well, seeing as Vegeta's coming, I may as well get up." He trotted over to his bed and slowly made it up, smoothing out all the wrinkles and creases he had made from the previous night's sleep. The house was relatively empty, as most of the things that used to decorate the house belonged to Chichi. But now that she wasn't there anymore, it seemed bare and uncared for. Almost inhumane. He sighed as he put on his weighted blue vest, then his orange gi top, tying a deep blue sash around his waist to keep the loose gi on his body. He figured halfway through making the bed that the only reason Vegeta was coming there was for a spar. After all, it had been many months since they had beaten the shit out of each other; the ouji was bound to have missed it.
Just as he walked into the kitchen, there was a knocking at the door. He needn't really open it to find out who it was, as not only could he sense Vegeta's ki right outside the door, he could smell him. That spicy, cinnamony, almost feminine fragrance wafting through the slits in the door, rolling over him like an opium drug. He lifted his head as he took in a long, deep sniff of the scent, relishing in its glory for belonging to the only other pure blooded saiyan besides him. But he quickly snapped out his curious daze as he remember that patience was not a virtue of the volatile ouji, and therefore the poor door would suffer greatly if it did not open within the next knock.
Goku opened the door and smiled down at the flame haired ouji. His smile was not returned,
"Ohayo gozaimasu, Vegeta-san."
"Ohayo, Kakarot." But his greeting was. Goku almost toppled over in shock! Vegeta had never, not once in his life, ever greeted him with such formality! True, it was just 'good morning', but the Saiyan no Ouji never replies to a greeting! Especially one that came from him! "Hisashiburi, Kakarot."
"Umm, yeah…what are you doing here, Vegeta-san?" he asked, trying to keep his face natural. Vegeta gave a careless shrug.
"I came here to spar." He said simply.
"Oh…kay." Goku didn't what else to say. Here was the man who had been in his thoughts since they first met, looking very sexy in his body hugging spandex suit. Goku's almost faltered after thinking of the ouji as 'sexy'. What in the hell is wrong with me?! He yelled at himself. Vegeta just stood dead still, staring at Goku as though he was waiting him to say something.
"Kakarot?" he asked, more than a little confused by the awkward silence surrounding them.
"Uh…oh! Hai, Vegeta?"
"Are you going to come out and spar, or not?" Goku really wanted to say that he didn't feel like it, as he still felt rather fatigue from just hanging around the house doing nothing. But the images of Vegeta's face twisted in anger that he was being taken lightly made Goku's stomach do funny twists. He didn't want Vegeta to think that he was afraid he was going to hurt him, as the obstinate ouji hated being treated like a weakling, as he put it. He didn't care if Goku beat the shit out of him; he was just too stubborn to let it go. So he said the complete opposite of what he felt.
"Sure, Vegeta!" he said as he slapped on his 'Happy-Son' face. "Just let me get my boots on and I'll be out there in a minute! Why doncha come inside while you wait?"
Vegeta screwed his face up as soon as he recognised that happy mask. He hated it! Why couldn't Goku just come out with his feelings now that he had no one else to please? It's not like he really cared what Vegeta thought of him…did he? Vegeta didn't know why Goku was pretending to be so happy and cheerful as he normally was, as he could see the depression lines around the younger man's eyes. But he just let him be. After all, by the way Goku was acting; it was as though he truly did miss his evil harbinger of a wife. Thinking about this made Vegeta's cheeks turn a very light pink with anger, but his face remained neutral otherwise, eyes staring up at the taller man.
He stepped in after Goku, eyes wandering around the house. He didn't like it. That was it. The house was too bare and empty. Even though he knew most of the things that decorated the house belonged to Chichi, he couldn't help but feel that Goku should at least make an effort to make the house look welcoming.
Hmm…if I brought some of my stuff over, maybe it might decorate the place a little… Vegeta caught himself just before he started to blush, as he knew he was imply that he should move in with Goku. He walked over to the couch and sat down; duffel bag still strapped around his shoulder. All that was left in the house was the one couch, the coffee table, a lamp and a photo of the three Son males. As Vegeta sat there, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the taller Saiyan. He always had everything he could ever want; now it was all gone. Vegeta never had what he always wanted, nor did he know what it was, but at least he knew he never had to deal with losing whatever it was.
Poor Kakarot, he thought. It's a no wonder why he's so upset.
Just then, Goku came walking back into the room, boots on his feet.
"Saa, Vegeta-san?" he asked, smile still plastered to his face but eyes bleeding with sadness. "You ready to go?" Vegeta felt his heart constrict. He had never seen Goku upset like this before. It was made even worse by the fact that Goku was trying to hide it and not come out with his own feelings. At that moment, Vegeta silently wondered exactly how much he knew about the Earth-raised Saiyan. All the while, he kept thinking of him as the 'Third Class Baka', the hopeless example of pureblooded Saiyans, the complete idiot of the lot. But now that he looked deep into his eyes, he could see far more intelligence in those dark orbs than he had ever known. He wondered if this was why Goku was always better than him, because others expected something stupid or pathetic to come out of his mouth thereby making him seem a total baka whereas the truth was that Goku was letting out very little of what he actually thought. It was too confusing, too painful to think about it.
"Ano…'Geta?" Vegeta's eyes came back into focus when Goku called out his name. He realised that he had been spaced out for a few minutes, and the thought of looking like a freak in front of Goku made him blush, but not too much.
"Umm…hai, we can go now."
Vegeta trotted outside and Goku followed. Goku knew he could always walk over to Vegeta, but somehow the sway of Vegeta's hips and ass had him in a trance. He knew he was staring, and he knew where he was staring…but he couldn't help it! He had always known that Vegeta had a wonderfully petit waist and compact body, but just how compact he saw only once. It was one day at the beach.
~ Flashback ~
Vegeta was scowling as usual, pissed off because Bulma wasn't allowing him to stay home and train in his Gravity Room.
"Don't worry, 'Geta," he said, teasing the smaller saiyan who still had his clothes on. "We can train here in the water. No one will really see us."
"Hn, fine then," he said as he moved his hands down to the bottom of his shirt. "Beating the shit out of you always seems to satisfy me…" What came next, Goku honestly wasn't prepared for. He had studied the ouji's lithe and slender form through his very tight spandex suit, but this was as completely new sight! The light and shadow played all around Vegeta's flawless skin, emphasizing assets Goku hadn't seen through the suit. His stomach muscles looked incredibly tight, his pecs perfectly chiseled, his back muscled well defined and his ass…what an ass!! Of course, he was wearing his mizu gi, but as it clung to his backside…Goku was sure he was drooling! [AN: yeah, well…who can blame him? *cheeky winks*] It may have only been a few seconds he was staring, but he felt as though he could stare at the beautiful body for the rest of time itself. Vegeta turned his head.
"So, are you ready?"
"Huh? What was that?!" because naughty thoughts were running through Goku's head at that moment, the husky sentence of Vegeta combined seemed to…arouse him. Sadly, instead of smirking, he scowled.
"Sparring, you baka!" he hissed.
"Oh…oh, hai!"
~ End Flashback ~
That was the first and only time he had seen nearly all of the ouji. Except when they were training, of course. But then, Vegeta moved too fast for his eyes to follow so he never got much of a chance to admire the beautiful form. Suddenly, Vegeta stopped. Goku stumbled a bit but stopped as well.
"Kakarot," Vegeta began, but the rest of his words were lost as Goku stared at his face.
He was so beautiful! How did he not notice this before?! Well, he did. Goku had always known that Vegeta was a handsome man, but he had never really thought of him as beautiful as such. Right at that moment, he wasn't scowling, so his eyes weren't narrowed. Instead, they were wide and full of life and curiosity. His lips weren't tight, so he could see they were rather full and pouty…and maybe a little moist…yummy. And because he wasn't scowling he looked so…so…innocent!
Heh, who'd have thought it! Vegeta, the Saiyan no Ouji, looking innocent? He mused to himself. Privately, he wondered what Vegeta looked like when he was sleeping, when he wasn't scowling or glaring at anyone. He probably looks like a little bear. He thought. But his musings were cut short when Vegeta's beautiful wide orbs suddenly narrowed.
"Are you listening to me, baka?!" he snapped. Goku blinked a number of times, clearing his head before looking at the small, flame haired ouji.
"Umm…gomen nasai, Vegeta-san." He apologized. "Nan de sute?" Vegeta frowned.
"I asked you if you were ready?"
"Oh…umm…hai so desu!" he answered, grinning from ear to ear. Vegeta just wished he'd stop smiling like that, slapping on a false smile while his eyes overflowed with painful emotions.
Chottomate kudasai! Vegeta's eyes narrowed a little bit more, studying Goku's pure onyx eyes. Funny, they don't look so sad anymore. He thought. They look almost… Vegeta almost let a gasp escape his lips, but he caught it just in time. It did not stop his eyes from widening though. He…he looks almost Saiyan! That glint can only be described as Saiyan!! Machigainai!! Even though Goku was a Saiyan, he never really looked like one. He looked more like the happy-go-lucky buffoon that Vegeta always associated him with. But now…there was just something in his eyes that made Vegeta practically shiver. Vegeta was wondering what he was thinking of when his brain reminded him the obvious; sparring. Goku was just getting his psyche warmed up for the battle. Vegeta scowled at himself, despising that little ray of hope that Goku felt the same about him as he did for the burly saiyan.
"Good," he replied crisply. "So, dou da?" the usual fighting mask came up as he smirked and slid into an offensive stance. Goku just grinned back as he, too, slid into his defensive stance.
"Certainly, my ouji."
Three hours later and they were still at it. Half an hour after they started, Goku was glad that they did. Starting out again was rather tough, but it only took him a few minutes to regain his fighting skills and about another twenty minutes to actually block off Vegeta attacks. He was still a little bruised and battered, but his defensive level was pretty high so he was relatively okay. He had to admit Vegeta was really going for it today. It's not like Vegeta never gave his fights his all, but it just seemed he was more zealous today than before. Goku knew that he could easily burst into Super Saiyan and knock Vegeta clear out the sky if he really wanted to, but he was just enjoying the view of the ouji, gi torn and sweat running over all his absolutely sexy curves. He supposed that was one of the reasons why Vegeta kept on getting in so many hits.
Vegeta was having a blast! It had been many months since he and Goku had last sparred, so obviously fighting along with a real partner again was just so invigorating!
Fuck all that Feng-shui shit and karma crap Bulma keeps trying to force on me, he thought as he spun on the ball of his foot to recoil and attack Goku again. The feel of sweat cooling my heated skin and the burn in my muscles is just too good for any icy bath, and certainly sitting in a lotus position, meditating, can't compare to this! Kakarot and I…sparring outside his house. He grinned maniacally as he blocked another punch of Goku's and pulled his fist back, ready to strike.
But just as he did, he suddenly caught sight of Goku's face. It was almost as though he had seen it in slow motion. The huge, onyx orbs slowly closing in a fan of ink black lashes, gently kissing the very edge of his cheeks before fluttering up to reach the top ridge of his eyelid. In that one moment, Vegeta not only felt his heart leap out his chest and throttle his neck, but he stopped everything! Goku didn't notice this, and immediately went on the attack. He kneed Vegeta in the gut and then hit him right between the shoulder blades, back down to the earth. Vegeta went sailing into the ground without any resistance, completely oblivious to what Goku was doing.
Goku kept grinning, expecting the fiery ouji to fly right back at him, gi even more torn than before. But his grin quickly faded to a look of pure shock and terror when the dust cleared and he saw Vegeta lying in a crater in the ground.
"V-Vegeta?" he called tentatively. If he thought that Vegeta had a sense of humor, he may have just laughed and told Vegeta to get back up. But if there was one thing he did know, it was that if Vegeta didn't get up after a fight…something was definitely wrong! "Vegeta?" he called a little louder as he lowered himself down into the crater. He stood next to Vegeta and gasped. His eyes were blank, as though he was… "VEGETA!!!!!!" Goku cried. He grabbed Vegeta by his shoulders and began to shake him. Vegeta didn't appear to be breathing. Goku knew that if he didn't do something quick, Vegeta could possibly die. Eyes darting all over, he finally spotted something that he hoped would revive the fallen ouji.
Vegeta was alive, but he just wasn't there. His breathing had stopped momentarily as he thought back to that moment. Where those luscious eyelashes of Goku's fanned down and gently fluttered against his skin before lifting back up to reveal two perfect black orbs. They were magnificent. They were stunning. They were…
SPLASH"NYAAAAAAAA!!!!" He yelled as a cold spray washed over him, totally soaking his upper half. He sat bolt upright as the world suddenly materialized in front of him. He shivered and shook from the cold. His huge obsidian eyes quickly glanced up at the source of the rush of cold. Goku was standing in front of him, holding a bucket. It was obvious that Goku had just doused him with ice water to revive him, and even though Vegeta should've felt angry…he wasn't. He was still living in that moment.
Goku looked so…
Beautiful.
"Are you okay, Vegeta?" Goku asked nervously. He almost lost Vegeta and was practically shaking. He had just lost Chichi; he didn't want to lose the only other Saiyan in the entire universe! Vegeta slowly turned his huge eyes on Goku. They blinked once. Twice. Then, they narrowed. Vegeta leapt to his feet, knocked Goku over and took him by the back of his gi. "'G-'Geta?" Goku asked as Vegeta started to drag him back to his house. "Vegeta?"
"Urasai, Kakarot!"
"Nani yatten no?!?!" he yelped, feeling more than a little frightened at Vegeta's sudden aggressive nature. "VEGETA!!!!!!"