Goku kicked and screamed at the top of his voice, trying to call for help in the middle of nowhere. Vegeta completely ignored him, dragging Goku back the house by the back of his gi. He at first didn't know why Goku was kicking up such a fuss, but then he remembered two things. One, he was a psychopathic Saiyan no Ouji who everyone was wary of in case he suddenly snapped. And two, because he didn't tell Goku that he was going to sketch him, Goku thought he was going to kill him.
As tempting as that was years ago, he thought to himself. That is not how I feel now. Although, Vegeta had to admit, even with his newfound feelings for the younger Saiyan, he was very much tempted to blast him to hell for stalling him. He wanted to sketch Goku while the fire within him was still going, and he wasn't going to stop and it explain it all to Goku! "For fuck's sake, Kakarot!" he swore as he glared down at the Saiyan he was still dragging. "Urasai!!" But Goku wasn't listening.
"Hanase! Hanase, Vegeta!!" he screamed, his voice reaching pitches he never knew he could reach. "Let go of me!! I don't know what I did wrong, but gomen! Gomen nasai, Vegeta! I'm very sorry!!"
"Urasai, ahou!!"
"Yamete, Vegeta!! Onegai! Don't kill me!!" I'm sure everyone is frowning and asking 'why in the hell hasn't Goku powered up and knocked Vegeta out?' Well, Goku just couldn't. He really didn't want to hurt Vegeta, for some strange reason or other, but that was just how he felt. Sure, it was a matter of life or death, but he just couldn't bring himself to charge up into Super Saiyan if it meant he had to kill the only other company he had in a long, long time. So, instead, he resorted to pleading.
Vegeta calmly ignored Goku's weak protests and futile attempts at getting free. Even though he had a firm grip on him, he still squirmed about. By this time, Vegeta had dragged Goku back inside the small house and into his practically bare bedroom.
Hmm, he thought as he glanced down at the wailing Saiyan. This could be a problem. If the baka keeps moving, I may not be able to get a perfect picture. There was only one thing he could do if he wanted Goku to stop moving. But it wasn't telling him what he was really going to do. The way he was going on, Vegeta wouldn't be able to shut him up long enough to tell him. So, instead, he had to resort to more 'drastic' measures.
In one swift movement, he ripped the two layers of Goku's top off. Goku's wails became even louder. As soon as the top of the gi was gone, he had to grip the top of Goku's skull to keep him from running away. He twisted his head so that he was turn on his knees, back facing Vegeta. Vegeta grimaced as he brought his hands up.
Sumimasen, tenshi no sora. He brought down his hand onto Goku neck, chopping it at the base, knocking the taller man out instantly. Goku slumped, but Vegeta caught him and lifted him onto his bed. Grabbing a few pillows and the futon, he wrapped Goku up. Once he was satisfied with the scene, he quickly rushed out to get his things. He felt rather guilty about knocking Goku out like that, but it couldn't be helped. At least, not from where he was sitting. He grabbed a chair on his way back and plopped himself down in the corner of the room, by the window. Making sure he had enough light and if the angle he was at was satisfactory, he began to sketch the one he cared deeply for.
Kakarot…Heavy. His eyelids felt heavy. In fact, his whole body felt heavy! Goku lay very still for a few moments, trying to recall what happened and where he was. He thought back. It was morning and Vegeta came to call to spar. They sparred for quite a while, if he remembered correctly, which he was sure he didn't. His mind was only half-functioning, as it was still laden with cobwebs from sleep. Or being knocked out. But how did he get like that? There was sparring, Vegeta faltered somewhere and he got in about two good hits. Then, Vegeta wasn't moving. He panicked and grabbed a bucket and threw some of the icy cold water from the lake on Vegeta in the hopes that he would revive him. Vegeta sat straight up, blinked one, twice…
Goku's eyes popped open as he yelped.
"VEGETA!!"
"Stay still, baka!!" came the scolding reply. Goku wanted so much to jump up and flee his house, away from Vegeta. Even though running away from Vegeta would harm his poor, already broken and battered heart, if Vegeta had gone off the deep end…he didn't want to be around!
Demo, what if Vegeta is looming over me with some sharp weapon of some sort? He asked himself. What if he only knocked me out so he could get all the items he needed for his torture? And now that I'm awake, will he watch me suffer? Goku lay perfectly still, except for perhaps the tension building in his muscles and in the pit of his stomach.
He lay in that same position he woke up in, afraid to move in case Vegeta decided he wanted him to feel his wrath. But, after a while, nothing happened. He strained his ears to find out exactly where Vegeta was. All he could feel was Vegeta's ki in the same room as he, but not where. Thankful for his extra strong hearing, he heard Vegeta breathing in a corner of a room. But why is Vegeta sitting in the corner? Slowly, he lifted his eyes up. He was already facing in Vegeta's direction, but his head was placed in such an angle that he could not see the lithe ouji. But now that he dared, he lifted up his eyes.
Goku almost gasped out at the magnificent sight, sitting by the window. Vegeta sat, one knee propped up, with a hard cover A4 book resting on the raised knee. Judging by the golden light streaming through the window, it was about five in the afternoon. But that wasn't why Goku was staring. He moved into the room since Chichi left because of the wonderful golden light streaming in through that single, large window in the late afternoon, illuminating the room in an almost magical scene. The other reason why he loved the room was because of the sun that bathed his bed in lights of soft yellow and warming gold. But now, that light that he loved so much had transformed his prince.
Instead of the harsh scowl present on his face, something else was. Relaxation? Comfort? Goku couldn't put a name to it. But relaxed, he indeed was. The light shining in from the large open window illuminated his hair, highlighting the auburn. Goku felt almost jealous as he glanced at Vegeta's now softened face, envious that the sun got to kiss his skin in such a way. The light played on his skin; making it a delicious copper, and almost making this little demon look like an angel. Goku stared, eyes transfixed on the sight. Vegeta didn't look like he was going to harm him.
"V…Vegeta?" he asked curiously.
"Hai, Kakarot?" he replied, eyes still fixed on the paper.
"N…nani yatten no?"
No reply.
"Vegeta-san?"
"…drawing." Goku's eyes nearly widened, but he managed to keep them in their regular size. He didn't want to upset Vegeta by showing his surprise. After all, he was that one who kept saying all along that Vegeta was just like anybody. So if he truly believe that, then why was he acting so shocked?
"Oh." He could say nothing more that he thought might anger the fiery ouji. "Nani?"
Silence.
Goku decided he'd keep quiet. If Vegeta really wanted to tell him what he was drawing, he would have replied. But seeing as he didn't, that means he didn't want to. So Goku just lay there, basking in the warmth that the evening light brought to his room. His lonely room. He curled up a little tighter into his futon, pressing the soft material against his bare flesh. So, Vegeta didn't want to kill him. That's a relief. But…why is he suddenly so comfortable? He was never like this around Chichi before. What makes Vegeta different? He lay in silence, only hearing four sounds. His breathing, Vegeta's breathing, the sound of the lake outside and the scratching of Vegeta's pencil crayon against the paper of the book.
"Kakarot."
Goku snapped his eyes open and sat up. Standing in front of him, was Vegeta. Goku stared at the heavenly vision in front of him. He had seen it many times, even thought about it, but this was the very first time he admitted to himself that he thought Vegeta was beautiful. Sure, Vegeta's outer beauty was flawless, but Goku wondered more on how beautiful he was on the inside.
They stared at each other for a few moments, searching for answers to their unasked questions. Goku wanted to know why Vegeta did what he did. Vegeta wanted to know if Goku forgave him. Goku wanted to know what this meant. Vegeta wanted to know if Goku felt the same. Goku wanted to know what Vegeta was doing, and if he could carry on doing it so that he wouldn't feel so lonely. Vegeta wanted to know if he could stay just a little bit longer.
Vegeta thought he hated him now.
Dropping his eyes as he dropped his gaze, he turned on his feet and walked out the door. Goku sat for a few moments, clutching the futon and wondering what in the hell was going on. Then, it hit him. Vegeta was leaving the house! Somehow, that thought scared him and hurt him…but only a little bit. He quickly scrambled out of bed as he ran after the retreating ouji. He didn't care if he had to ask him straight out if he wanted to stay for another hour, another two hours, maybe even for the night! All he knew is that he didn't want to lose sight of Vegeta.
Vegeta slowly ambled out of the house. If Goku really wanted his company, he'd call after him, right?
I guess he doesn't like my company, after all. He thought gloomily as he walked out. Sure, he now had the picture of Goku that he longed to hold in his possession, but somehow, it did not, and could not, compare to who Goku was. He loved Goku for who he was…if he could call it love. Maybe…maybe it's just infatuation. He thought as he opened the front door. Maybe it's just a crush. Maybe I'll get over it. He paused. Maybe I won't. Vegeta felt heartbroken. Why, he wasn't entirely sure, but he had an inkling that it was guilt from knocking the handsome third class out. He hates me now. He thought. He wants nothing to do with me anymore, not after what I did to him…without good reason, too.
He had gotten about ten meters from the house when he heard a voice call after him.
"'Geta! Matte!!" He stopped dead in his tracks. What did Goku want with him now? Vegeta half expected Goku to suddenly blast at him for what he did earlier, so he kept his back facing the burly Saiyan. ""Geta…do you…"
"Sumimasen, Kakarot." He said, back still facing the taller Saiyan, but head glancing over his shoulder to catch one last glimpse at the man of his affection. After what I did…
"What are you talking about, 'Geta?"
"I knocked you out, remember?" he said. "I knocked you over, grabbed you by the back of your gi and dragged you back to your house. Then I…"
"Knocked me out, I know." Vegeta's melancholy face flew into the wind when he heard what Goku just said.
"Nani?" he asked as he turned to face Goku, who was smiling down at the smaller one. "Then…what…"
"I…umm…that is if…if you want to…" Goku groped for words. He couldn't believe it! It was all so simple. All he had to do was ask Vegeta is if he'd like to spend some more time in his company. Why in the hell was he getting so tongue-tied?!
"H…hai?"
"Would you…like to…" he paused as he collected that last little word on the edge of his lips. "S…st…stay for the night?" He cringed, expecting the ouji's familiar rant of 'Nani? Why in the hell would I want to spend time around a third class baka like you?' Instead, he got something very different.
"Uhh…hai." Goku glanced up at Vegeta. To his great surprise and delight, Vegeta's cheeks were a very pale pink, indicating a blush. Goku smiled as he realised that, he too, was blushing.
"Umm…great!" he said, genuinely happy. They stood for a few moments in silence, glancing at each other now and again. "So…uh…why doncha come back in?" he asked, jovially. Vegeta nodded his head as he made his way back to the house. Goku stood waiting for him in the doorway before closing the door behind the smaller Saiyan.
He opened his mouth to say something when suddenly, his stomach decided to speak for him.
~Gruuyuyuygruyugruryguyrguryguyruyguyuyruruuuu~
Vegeta's eyes widened as did Goku's.
"Umm…hehehehe…" he laughed sheepishly as Vegeta frowned at him. "Guess I'm pretty hungry after sleeping that long…ne?" Vegeta just stared. Goku blushed again. "Well, why don't I go make us something for us to eat, hmm? I mean, it's almost dinner time." Vegeta nodded.
"Hai." Goku walked to the kitchen doorway.
"Why don't you make yourself comfortable, Vegeta?" he suggested. "I may take a while." As soon as Goku disappeared out of Vegeta's sight, he finally let his eyes show his fear. What in the fuck did you just say?!?! He mentally screamed at himself as he clutched the top of his head in panic. 'Why don't I go make us something for us to eat?'…Baka no Kakarot!! He yelled at himself. I can't cook to save my life!
What Goku was going on about was true. Goku could not cook a single thing! Well, that was meant to be cooked over a stove…or that needed special treatment from the many 'gadgets' in the kitchen. When Chichi left, she left all of her cooking utensils. Goku wasn't really sure why, but she had made it clear that when she left, she had no intentions of returning for them. Goku tried to make something for himself, but he almost ended up destroying the kitchen. From that day on, he had always ordered take-out.
Demo…I promised Vegeta a cooked meal, so I guess I have to make it. YOU FUCKING BAKA!!!!!! He screamed at himself again. But he knew that just standing there, telling himself how stupid he was for saying that all to impress Vegeta, wasn't going to get him anywhere. Tentatively, he made his way over to kitchen cabinets, as though he was scared that one of the pots were going to jump out and beat him to death. That'd be far better than what I'm about to do! He thought. Rustling around, he pulled out a pan and placed it on the stove. Taking quick strides, he made his way over to the shelf and pulled out a cookbook. Looking to the ceiling, he silently prayed.
If there is a god out there…have mercy on me!Vegeta sat himself back down on the couch and took an even better look around than the one he took that morning. He tried to find some sort of indication that this was a home, but he found none.
Hmph, even us Saiyan's, a proud warrioring race, made a home look welcoming. But then he guessed Goku didn't really feel at home anymore without his family. He thought that maybe if he had some company, he might spruce the place up a bit, but it appeared he wasn't going to do it on his own. Which Vegeta found rather strange. He would have figured that because he was all alone and because he was too depressed to do training, he would have at least spent some of that time on decorating the house. After all, Goku was the one who loved to be out and about, not him. I guess he really is lonely. He thought.
He sat for a few moments, listening to the sounds around him. But after a while, he got pretty bored. He obviously didn't blame Goku for taking so long…even if it was about 5 minutes of waiting. After all, food takes a while to prepare and he knew that. So, instead, he busied himself with drawing the living room of Goku's. But in his drawing, it wasn't bare or bland or at a loss for comfort. It was bright, warming, welcoming, but most of all; it looked like it belonged in a home. He gave a small smile, obviously pleased with his creation.
Just then, he heard a clatter in the kitchen and a loud yell. Vegeta jumped off the couch and ran to the kitchen, thinking Goku was seriously injured. But on entering the kitchen, Vegeta's face of worry turned into one of surprise when he found Goku lying on the floor, covered in gravy. On the stove, a pot was boiling over and there was a plateful of something that look like fish with first-degree burns. Hell, the thing was burnt to a crisp! A smoldering, charcoal crisp! Vegeta could tell that Goku was having a 'little' kitchen trouble, and was trying very hard not to laugh at the pouting Saiyan covered in gravy. But all his mirth disappeared when he saw Goku sit up and hug his knees to his chest, rocking back and forth. He could see that Goku was trying so very hard not to cry. Vegeta felt very sorry for him.
Poor Kakarot, he thought. He really tried to make something. And it didn't work. Vegeta knew what it was like when you tried to make a new dish. You spent hours trying to get everything right on the first go and then…it flops. He remembered when his lasagna came out all wrong; burnt on the outside and raw on the in. Of course, because he was the stubborn, hotheaded Saiyan no Ouji, instead of crying, he got majorly pissed off! He just left the stuff to sit on the kitchen counter as he went off to the Gravity Chamber…and vented his anger out for two weeks! So he didn't blame Goku for feeling upset.
"Kakarot?" He saw Goku's head immediately lift up and turn towards him. He gave a little smile. "Looks like you slipped." Goku didn't know what to say, as all the signs that he couldn't cook were there. Was Vegeta being…nice?
Hai so desu. He was. Vegeta figured that after the divorce, getting a fright when he thought he was going to kill him and now being humiliated by his lack of culinary skills was more than enough for one softhearted Saiyan.
Goku just nodded. Vegeta walked over and helped Goku up, despite the fact that he was also getting covered with gravy.
"I think you should go an take a wash, ne?" he asked. Goku just nodded, a little amazed to say anything. He also didn't trust himself to say anything in case he offended his ouji. "I'll be waiting in the living room." Goku nodded again, rather appreciating the kindness Vegeta was showing. Vegeta watched as he walked off, leaving a gravy trail of footprints behind him. He was about to make his way back into the living room when his stomach reminded him that it was hungry. Putting one hand on the grumbling spot, he took a look around the kitchen. Well, it looks like Kakarot's got everything I'll need and more. He made his way over to the stove and cleared out everything that Goku had attempted to make. Well, what do I want…
Goku came out from the bathroom dressed in his blue sleep pants. He kinda figured that after humiliating himself like that in front of Vegeta, the ouji must've seen what a total baka he is and left. But no sooner had his head emerged from the room when the most delicious aroma of cheese, meat and pasta hit him. Goku lifted his up a bit to catch more of the alluring scent, only to find his stomach howling back in reply.
Maybe 'Geta ordered take-out. He thought. It would seem like something he would do. He paused slightly as he remembered what he had previously thought. Matte…Vegeta is still here? Even after that? Goku found himself curiously wandering into the kitchen, only to find it completely empty. He was about to walk in when he saw Vegeta come walking in from the living room. He went over to the cupboard, got out two champagne glasses (grumbling about how they were the only glasses in the whole place) and a bottle of red wine. As Vegeta left, Goku's eyes widened.
What was Vegeta doing? Goku at first thought that he was just helping himself, but he wouldn't really be helping himself if he got out two champagne glasses!
Nani…what is he up to? He wondered. Red wine is usually used for something romantic. And there are other drinks in the fridge other than red wine… Goku's stomach suddenly did funny twists and knots and his legs became rather weak. Just the thought of Vegeta seducing him made him…tingle…all over. He didn't know why, but…
Curiosity getting the better of him, and maybe a little excitement, he walked through the kitchen and in the living room.
There, sitting by the large coffee table, which was laid out, was Vegeta. On the laid table was a steaming pot of lasagna, two large plates, two glasses and the bottle of red wine he had just seen Vegeta retrieve from the kitchen. Slowly, he walked in. Vegeta had his back facing the taller Saiyan as he entered the room, as he was struggling to get the bottle open.
"'Geta?" Vegeta whipped his head up to look at Goku. Goku looked down at him, a look of shock and surprise written all over his face. "Did you…did you make this?" Vegeta dropped his head a bit, blushing a light crimson. But fortunately for him, the last rays of the day barely reflected this. The lights were out and with the dimness of the room, it made him somewhat edgy. Hell, it made both Saiyan's nervous!
"So…do you want to eat or not?" he asked as he held the unopened bottle up, thrusting it in Goku's direction. In the half-light, he could see him look down curiously before smiling broadly. And this time, Vegeta could see it was genuine. Not like that stupid, ass-kissing 'Son-grin'.
During dinner, neither said a word. For one reason, it was because during mealtimes, Saiyan's never, ever talked. And for another, Vegeta's lasagna was absolutely, utterly delicious!!! On the first bite, Goku ate very carefully. He never knew Vegeta could cook, and he didn't really know how good it was anyways. But on the first mouthful, Goku thought Vegeta had killed him, he had died and was now in heaven. The white sauce practically melted in his mouth, the meat was juicy and the pasta was hot and full of flavor. He had had lasagna before, but this was the first time it ever tasted this good!
Maybe because it was made by Vegeta… Goku's cheeks turned a light pink as he thought that, not sure what had come over him. He glanced up to see Vegeta eating at his fast, yet neat pace. Back straight, elbows placed correctly at his sides and putting the food into his mouth and not around it…you'd have to be crazy not to see that he was royalty. Goku silently pondered whether he and Vegeta would ever have met if he weren't the prince of their race. Coming to the conclusion that he wouldn't, Goku was suddenly very grateful that he had ever met the volatile ouji. If I hadn't ever met Vegeta, I probably would not have experience so much in my short life. Goku paused while he was eating as something hit him. He knew why he liked Vegeta, but he didn't understand why Vegeta hated him so much. Maybe it's because I don't act like I'm supposed to, he thought as he glanced up at the said person, who was now taking a sip of his wine. Maybe it's because I stole his right to become the first ascended Saiyan in a century? Or maybe it's both…he hates me because I became a Super Saiyan first and yet I act nothing like one. That seems to fit…
All the while he was thinking, Vegeta was doing some thinking of his own.
Why do I feel this way for the baka? Why am I being so nice to him when I never was before? Why do I feel like I can never hate him again? He paused slightly. Maybe I never hated him after all…maybe I just loathed him because he was able to defeat me so easily. He glanced up at the taller Saiyan. It's actually surprising he hasn't killed me yet. Or tried to avoid my presence. I mean, of all the times we used to meet, I'd do nothing but make death threats and promise that one day I will surpass him. And yet, he just wanted to spend more time with me. He sighed. But I guess even though he has been offering his friendship all this time, I don't think he could ever think of me as something more than a friend and a sparring partner.
Vegeta watched as Goku finished off the last of the lasagna. Scraping the very last little bits from his plate, Goku set his fork down and beamed at the ouji.
"Wow, 'Geta! That was great!" he complimented as he rubbed his stomach. Vegeta would have snapped some rude remark, but because of the warm lasagna filling him and the effects of alcohol on his brain, he just smiled in return. "And I've the perfect desert to finish it off!" With that, Goku jumped up and ran into the kitchen, along with the plates, dish and cutlery. Vegeta curiously lifted his head up as he heard strange noises coming from the kitchen. There was the squeaking of the fridge, a clatter of dishes, a clink of a spoon against a glass surface, a whirring of a mixer…
What is Kakarot up to? He wondered. His question was answered when Goku came back in, carrying two, big dessert bowls with two types of ice cream. He placed one down in front of Vegeta as he went back to his spot.
"One is chocolate and the other is vanilla and Oreo's." he said as he sat back down. Digging in with a spoon, he pulled out a large portion of chocolate and Oreo mix. Before he ate though, he looked up to watch Vegeta. Vegeta curiously dug in and took some of the Oreo mix. Slowly, he raised the cold, creamy dessert to his lips, opened his mouth and ate the ice cream off the spoon. Goku was happy when Vegeta's eyes slid closed in pleasure, but he was rather surprised when he picked up a soft purr from the small ouji. Grinning from ear to ear, he ate his own spoonful of ice cream, savoring the sweet, chocolaty taste. But Goku wasn't one to try and make his food last. Within a few minutes, the bowl was cleared of the sweet substance. He at first contemplated on getting another bowl, but then decided against it.
Vegeta's being so nice, he thought. Maybe I can try to talk to him about things…hmm. What could I possibly talk to Vegeta about? Bulma and Trunks? No. What he thinks of our kids…uh uh. I know! I can ask him about our planet and our history! I know he's always wanted to tell me, and I think he knows that I want to know. Goku decided to wait for Vegeta to finish before he started with the questions. And maybe a bit of red wine to go with the chat. He thought. For the first few moments, Goku glanced around the room. But when his gaze settled on Vegeta, he so wished there was something else to look at.
Now, without the scowl and irritated look on his face, Vegeta looked far more beautiful than before. He was like a living god sitting in the living room with Goku. Goku watched with wide eyes as the spoonful of milky dessert hovered over soft lips before they parted oh-so-slightly and disappeared into a moist cavern. He watched as the dark ouji pulled the spoon out from his lips, the soft flesh gliding along the cold metal of the spoon, gathering the last remnants from the ice cream.
Oh my… Goku's face flushed a deep red as he felt a stirring in his nether regions. What in the…what the fuck is wrong with me?! Vegeta's just eating ice cream?! What is so…so…enticing about that?! Goku didn't know, but he knew that he had to look elsewhere if he were to get rid of his 'little' problem.
Vegeta let the little purr, he had stored up from enjoying the company of Goku, loose. He had never tasted anything this sweet, this heavenly! Chocolate, ice cream and Oreo's had always been his favorite types of food, but now they were all combined! He wanted to let that huge, happy purr go, but he would just die if Goku found out he, the Saiyan no Ouji, was enjoying the company of a third class baka! But still, he loved the ice cream.
As Vegeta ran his hot tongue over the spoon, gathering the last little bits from his now finished dessert, Goku found that he had to turn his head manually to look away from his ouji. He didn't know what was making him feel like this, but he sure as hell wanted to feel more of it!
If only I knew why it was Vegeta…"Kakarot," Goku's head snapped up as he looked up into the half-lidded eyes of Vegeta. "That was…okay." He was going to say 'acceptable', but that seemed far from the truth. 'Okay' didn't really fit it either, but it was close enough. Goku gave him a small smile.
"Oh…dom arigato, Vegeta-san." He said. "Hora, why don't you go and sit in the den? I'll just put these things away." Vegeta nodded as he got up and walked to the den. Goku gave a half-smile as he gathered up the last of their things and placed it in the kitchen.
He walked into the den to find Vegeta lying on the thick, woolly carpet in front of the roaring fire. He grinned as he figured out why Vegeta had started a fire. During the daytime, the temperature could be just right. But at nights, because he lived right next to the lake, the temperatures could really drop. He walked over with the two glasses and a fresh bottle of red wine.
"Ano, Vegeta-san." He said. The small figure just inclined his head slightly to look up at the towering figure. "I got some more wine if you're thirsty." There was a few moments silence before he turned his head back to the roaring fire.
"Okay." Goku smiled, thinking of how nice it was to have Vegeta so relaxed. But that didn't mean he forgot that he still wanted to talk to him. He walked over and sat next to his prince.
"Pretty cold out, so desu ne?" he asked as he popped the cork and poured a glass for Vegeta.
"Hmm." He expected Vegeta to just leave it at that, but he said more. "I never knew a warm place like this could get so cold." Goku blinked a couple of times before smiling.
He must be getting mellow from the lasagna and the ice cream. He thought with a happy grin. "Hai so desu. It's because the house is right by the lake, so it does get rather chilly at night. You know, in winter, it snows here."
"Snow?" he asked as he sat up and took the offered glass. Goku could detect a slight confusion in his voice.
"It's like…frozen rain drifting down from the sky. It's even colder then than it is now." He said. "Maybe during the winter you can come here and see it, ne?" Vegeta looked up at him with bright, obsidian eyes before turning to look into the fire.
"Maybe." Vegeta didn't know what was making him so sociable with the younger male, but as of now, he didn't give a fuck. He liked the Saiyan, so why was he so nervous to approach him? He also kinda figured that the warm meal, the wine and the delicious dessert was making him mellow.
"Ano…Vegeta-san?" Vegeta turned his head back to Goku. "I was wondering…could you…you…" he fumbled with words. Goku didn't know what was wrong with asking Vegeta about his heritage. Vegeta would be thrilled! I guess it's because I don't know what he'll say should I ask him and I don't want to ruin his good mood.
"Hai, nan desu ka, Kakarot?" he asked.
"Would you tell me about our…our Saiyan heritage?" on hearing this, Vegeta's eyes widened in surprise. Goku had never asked him about his history before, so why would he now? On the other hand, he had always wanted to talk to someone about the culture and history of his species.
"Very well," he said with a smirk. Goku beamed at him as he leapt over to the large, dark couch and sat facing Vegeta. Vegeta turned around so that his back was facing the fire and began with his history lesson.
For many hours, they did nothing but talk. Goku never thought that his race could be more than fighters and viscous killers, but he was wrong. The Saiyan race was very cultured and civilized…apparently even more so than ningen. Saiyan's never had the use for money, as they never took more than they needed. For special little trinkets, they traded. Many of the things ever owned by a Saiyan was either passed down from generation to generation or given as a present. They were also a well-educated race, and the youth of Vegeta-sei knew more than the Einstein's of Earth. Not even Gohan could possibly compare to the knowledge of a ten-year-old Saiyan! They were just way too advanced. Both Goku and Vegeta privately agreed to themselves that that was the reason why Frieza practically cherished their race.
As time went by, both Vegeta and Goku grew more and more tired. Vegeta had gone from his sitting position on the rug to lying down and Goku, too, was lying down. They sat in silence for a while before Goku asked a question.
"Hey, Vegeta."
"Hmm?"
"Do you ever miss Vegeta-sei?"
"…hai."
"Was it a nice place?"
"Not during the war, but there were some places like looked like your home."
"You mean, like the lake and all that?"
"So desu." He said, eyes getting heavier with every word that passed his mouth. He knew he was falling asleep, but he could not help it. He was so nice and warm, full from the evening's dinner and so very relaxed in the company of Goku. But he wanted to say what he had to. "I miss those fleeting moments when I would just sit in silence and look around me. Where there was no war, no skeletons in armor, and no bombs going off. Just quiet. The grass on Vegeta-sei was really soft, ya know?"
"Honto ni?"
"So desu." He said, eyes sliding shut. "And the scent of flowers of was always hanging in the air, water was always running…*sigh*…it was such a beautiful place…" Vegeta's words became softer and softer until they were just a breathy murmur. He knew he was falling asleep, but he just couldn't help it. Goku could see the huge eyes of Vegeta slowly drift close, dark lashes settling on lower eyelids. He smiled as he watched Vegeta's breathing become steady, his chest moving up and down as he slept. Goku watched the ouji sleep, admiring the 'Kawaii-koneko' face of Vegeta.
Hehehe…he looks so innocent when he's sleeping! Just like a little koneko. He smiled, than let out a big yawn. Man! I'm pretty tired, too. Looks like Vegeta's got the right idea. I'd love to creep into my warm futon… He looked down at the slumbering ouji. He couldn't just leave him there! Vegeta was dressed in nothing but a sleeveless spandex suit, and when the fire goes out; he's going to freeze. Goku smiled softly as he got up and padded over to his room. In one of his cupboards, he grabbed a futon and off his bed, his own futon and two pillows. Walking back, he placed on pillow on the large couch, still warm with his body heat. Then he walked over to Vegeta, gently picked him up and placed him on the couch. Vegeta stirred, but he remained asleep. Goku picked up the other futon, now warm from the heat of the fire and placed it over him. By instinct, Vegeta snuggled deeper into the warmth, until only his eyes were sticking out from the thick blanket. Goku smiled as he made his way over to the rug and made his own little bed there.
Lying down, he took one last look at Vegeta before closing his eyes.
"Oyasumi, utusukushii ouji."
Red: nyu! That was the longest I've ever written for this fic! And I think they're only going to get longer! But dun worry! There'll be more to come!
Translations:
Many of you readers out there have asked for the English translations, and up to now, I have been neglecting to put them in. So, here are the translations for all the words you have seen, from Chapters 1-now.
Onna: woman
Nani: what
Hai: yes
Vegeta-sei: planet Vegeta
Ohayo/ ohayo gozaimasu: good morning (the second one is the more polite version)
Kami-sama: god (can also be used for 'Oh my God!')
Hai so desu: yes that is so
Gomen/ gomen nasai: sorry/ I'm very sorry
Nan desu ka: what is it?
Baka: idiot
Ouji: prince
Neko: cat
Saiyajin no Ouji: Saiyan Prince
Iie: no
Demo: but
Saa: it's like 'so' or 'well'
Dare: who?
Onegai: please
Hora: it's like 'hey!'. Basically, you use it to call someone
Chibi: mini. Often used for little kids
Konnichiwa: hello
Kono ama/ ikeike: bitch
Omae wa ore no mono da: you belong to me
Nakanaide: don't cry
Tenshi no sora: angel of the sky
Fuyuu: winter
Ningen: human
Seibutsu: creature
Onigirii: rice ball
Nori: seaweed (it's that black/green square you see on the Onigirii)
Nande/ doushite: why
Honto ni: really?
Dom arigato/ arigato: thank you
Oishii: delicious
Urasai: shut up!
Kuso: shit
Gaki: brat
Watashi wa Kakarot daisuki desu: I don't know if this is how you say it, but I wanted to say 'I like Kakarot a lot'
Hisashiburi: long time, no see
Mizu gi: swimming trunks
Nan de sute: what did you say?
Chottomatte kudasai: wait a minute
Machigainai: there's no mistake
Dou da: how about it?
Nani yatten no: what are you doing?
Hanase: let go!
Yamete: stop!
Sumimasen: forgive me
Matte: wait
Ano: umm…
So desu: it's like saying 'that's right'
Kawaii: cute
Koneko: kitten
Oyasumi: good night
Utusukushii: beautiful