And I
Just wish that I didn't feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things I said
To make you feel like that

And I
Just wish that I didn't feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things I said to you




I make my way away from the cool glass, walking aimlessely to the couch where I sit down. The softness makes a slight groan as I press my weight onto it. My eyes make their way to the small wooden coffee table in front of me, and I grasp the picture frame placed on top of it. There he is...

Vegeta...

It is a picture of the two of us, taken by Trunks many years ago. Vegeta is standing in the foreground with his arms crossed over that delectable chest of his, looking away, obviously annoyed, as I am standing behind him, one arm encircling his body. I am smiling largely as I always did,the other arm around with two fingers up in the shape of a "V" for victory. At the time I was so ignorant. If I'd had known Vegeta would have left me, I would have never let him out of my grasp.

I know I am trembling, and a tear falls onto the glass of the frame. I quickly wipe it away, and place the picture back onto the low table. I slowly calm back down, but lately I find it even harder to get up in the mornings.

Without him...

My eye catches something, a blur of spiky black. I forget to breathe as I am filled with sudden hope. But as soon as the feeling arose, it left. There's nothing there, just a picture of a red rose hanging on one of the walls. Just as delicate and breathtaking as the ones I'd given to Vegeta so, so long ago.



It was christmas eve, and the light outside was rapidly succumbing to darkness. Vegeta entered his house, returning from yet another Capsule Corp party thrown by Trunks. Of course he was forced to go, although he'd rather much spend time with his beloved. He was more than surprised when Goku decided not to go, nearly bringing him to one of those medical facilities the humans call hospitals. Of course something was wrong! Goku normally jumped at the invitation, knowing well that there was more than enough food at those conventions to temporarliy satiate his hunger. But, he had declined, said he had "something else to do" and disappeared, leaving Vegeta to sit on the couch in the living room alone. Vegeta could sense that his mate was somewhere in the house, but he didn't bother to look for him. Goku wanted to be alone for some reason, if not, he would have literally bounded on the small man the moment he stepped into their house.

"Baka no Kakarotto," Vegeta thought aloud. He turned the television on, taking no interest on what was on the screen. Suddently, he sensed his mate's energy in the room. It was dark, save the faint glow from the TV, but he did have some thought to were he was. To his left.

"I've been waiting for you, my prince," Goku's voice rang out from the darkness. The TV went off, and one light came on, dimly lighting the room. Vegeta could now see the other saiyajin clearly, as he stood to move towards him. He was holding something behind his back, out of sight from the prince. "Please sit down."

"What are you up to Kakarotto?" Vegeta asked, giving him a look of suspicion. Goku smiled, and he hesitantly sat down, watching as his larger mate did as well.

"Close your eyes and hold out your hands."

"What the fuck--"

"Vegeta, just do it."

Sighing, Vegeta did as told, and waited. He heard Goku make some ruffling noise, and figured he was giving him whatever he was hiding. He felt something brush the insides of his hands, and instictually grasped it. It was cool to the touch and smooth; it felt like some sort of plastic wrapped into a cone shape.

"Now can I open my eyes?" he asked, a tad irritated, yet curious.

"Hai Vegeta. Open them." Goku inched a bit closer to his mate as he opened his eyes. Vegeta first blinked, then his eyes grew wide. In his hands was the loveliest bouquet of a dozen blooming, crimson roses, their dark coloring alluring. They were heartbreakingly beautiful in their simplistic perfection. Vegeta rubbed the velvety petals between his fingertips, giving a small sigh of content. A smile graced the man's lips, not one of scorn or mockery as they normally held, but a genuine smile. His eyes trailed up to lock with his mate's, and in them he could see relief.

"They're beautiful, Kakarott..." Vegeta began. "So vibrant... the red, like blood. Beautiful..." Vegeta stood, and walked over to a large cabinet. He oppened one door, took out a glass vase, and proceeded into the kitchen where he filled it with water. Returning, he set the flowers into the vase, and placed them on the small coffee table, before sitting down again.

"I'm glad you like them, koi," Goku purred, nuzzling his face into the crook of the ouji's neck.

"They're almost as pretty as you." Vegeta grinned, running his hands up Goku's powerful arms to lightly grasp his shoulders. Goku's rumbling purr turned into a growl as he licked a trail up the smaller saiyajin's throat, and pressed his lips to the other man's.