And I
And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to




It was a rather cold december night, but it went unnoticed to the two saiyajins who were together wrapped in a warm blanket near their fireplace, with huge mugs filled with cocoa to keep their stomachs warm. They were talking of nothing of real importance, saying anything that came to mind. It was Goku who decided to end this.

"Vejitasei," he said suddently, abruptly. Vegeta gasped, unnexpectantly hearing the name of their home planet. The larger saiyajin turned to face his mate, and in his eyes the prince noticed curiosity and longing.

"Tell me about it Vegeta. I've heard some before, now can you tell it all?" he inquired. Vegeta wondered what had spawned this sudden interest in their native history from the younger man, but he did love to share what knowledge he knew of his homeland, and it always seemed to make him feel more connected to his lover. Vegeta took a sip of the steaming liquid, enjoying the hot taste of it against his tongue as it rolled across it and down his throat as he swallowed. He set the drink aside, sighed, and made himself confortable.

"Well, saiyajins are all very physical beings, as you know..." he said this with a grin, making the larger man smile. "They thrive in the fight, the food, the sex," he said, putting emphasis on the last word and making his mate shake his head and sigh. "We did have gods, of the suns, of the moons, and of the fight. And every eight years on Vejitasei, when we had our rare occurences of a full moon, we held grand feasts and tournaments in honor of Her. Everyone would clear out of the cities into the great desert valleys, where rituals were held, following by the oozaru transformations. Of course, the preceeding week was filled with extreme fighting and training, and at night intimacy to release the days' strains.

"I experienced one full moon on Vejitasei, since I was but a child at the time. I was training with the sons and the rare daughters of the elites, most of which were older than me by ten years. I could beat them all easliy, mind you. I was reverred as being extraordinarily powerful for my age. At the age of eleven earth years, I had already surpassed my late father's power level.

"I can remember the events of that one night so clearly... thousands upon thousands of saiyajins in the Desert Valley, where there would be great hunts of wild game. The only food was supplied by nature itself. And the drums, the skilled hands of a warrior are incredible on them, and there were so many that you can feel the rhythm down to your very soul. Great dancing would take place, along with heavy sparring, and there would be performances by the Fire Dancers, wonderful those, the flames licking at the skin so hotly, you burn not to watch.

"Then, the most bizarre part, when the moon would rise, the King would raise his hands and scream his oath to Her. Following that, every sayajin would scream, and beat on their chests, thighs, ground, until there was such a pulsing sensation, your ears became deaf to all else, and your senses would lock onto the soothing call of the moon. Then the transformations would occur. It's after that, that the memories become dim. Since it's much harder to control yourself in Oozaru form, and I was so young, I cannot remember... but it was incredible, Kakarotto.

"Vejitasei in so many was differs from this planet. My people were so... alive! To wake each day way to behold a new adventure, a new battle, a new power yet to be attained. Sometimes I still cannot believe everything's gone..."

Vegeta trailed off, eyes lost and unfocused, as Goku stared at him. It hadn't occured to him that maybe Vegeta still longed for his people, his home, after so many years. He watched, eyes sparkling with a sudden, overwhelming appreciation and love for the prince, and firmly wrapped his arms around the slim body. Vegeta said nothing, swallowing and resting his head on the larger man's chest, lulled by the deep sound of his large, beating heart. Neither saiyajin moved from this positing, feeling that spoken words would ruin the moment. Goku closed his eyes, dark eyelashes fanning across light skin, and ever so slowly began to sway his body left and right.

After a while, Vegeta broke away from his mate, and watched as he smiled at him and rested his head in the prince's lap, large spikes jutting out in every direction possible. Leaning back on one arm, Vegeta used his right hand to run his slender fingers through the other saiyajin's unkempt hair, watching how it made Goku's warms smile return, as his eyes closed. The ouji continued to do this, not noticing the passing off time, simply savouring the feel of the thick strands between his fingertips, until he realized that Goku's breath had become slower, more even. He moved only so he could bend down, and, after sweeping the bangs from his forehead, gave him a soft kiss goodnight, unbenownst to the slumbering saiyajin.



As I lay back against the cool leather of the couch, a small smile draws upon my lips. That was one of the moments where I felt the safest. Just knowing that he was by my side, gives you a sense of utter peace and tranquility.

I wish I could say so for my heart, for it seems like today is one of those days. I will have to give it all not to raise my hand and send my own ki through my chest. Every fiber of my being is in pain, it becomes unbearable at times to live.

God, you told me to live Vegeta.

I don't know how much longer I'll last...