And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to
I sit back in my chair, absently rubbing at my chin as I think of what to write. My lips purse as I continue to scribble down my thoughts. Stopping from my writing, I stretch my entire body, head falling back as I hold the positiog for a few seconds, before recoiling in contempt.
I've been musing over my relationship with Vegeta, about the irony of it all. If someone would have told me that I'd become his mate, of all people in the universe, I would have first given them a blank look, then burst into uncontrollable laughter. 'Me and Vegeta?' I can almost hear me say. And I'm sure Vegeta would't be the happiest person if he had learned of our bond beforehand. Well, not that Vegeta was ever usually cheery, but the point comes across.
Indeed.
I was the one who initiated the bond, though it was formed subconsciously on both parts. I didn't know much about the hunt at th time, and didn't realize until halfway through it that I was hunting none other that the prince of all saiyajins himself! I was actually quite pleased with my choice, Vegeta and I were perfect fits for each other. Sure, our attitudes may have been... different, to say the least, but we were the last full blooded saiyajins left, the only ones who could fully and completely understand the needs for one another. It didn't hurt that Vegeta was also more than pleasing to look at.
At first, Vegeta thought I was joking with him, and he was annoyed. Then, when he found out I was serious, I think he was a tad fearful. I laugh as I recall the chase, how colourful the curses were that emanated from him mouth. He was defending himself by saying that, "Saiyajin Royalty don't mate with third class trash," and other things to the degree of, "Why would I, a self respecting prince, even entertain the thought of being around you!". Of course his bravado was just in fact that, as I could feel the tiny, flickering pulse of our already forming bond lacing its way through both of our entire beings.
The prince put up a valiant fight, I'll admit. But alas, Son Goku came out on top. In both ways.
I grin despite myself, and scribble onto the paper. It seems as if some of the pressure has been alleviated from my heart. I bite my lower lip as I continue my writing, thoughts inadvertently drifting back to when everyone found out our "dirty little secret". There is still a pain in my heart that has deeply embedded itself, but right now, it's not the focus of my attention.
It was quite the shocker to everyone we knew- that is, anyone who was alive at the time. We had a small gathering for old time's sake; Piccolo, Gohan, Videl, Pan and her family, Bra, Uub, and their family, Juuhachi-gou, Marron and her kids, Trunks, and Goten attended. Every human we knew had long since passed away from old age. By this time Vegeta and myself were easily great-grandfathers.
I can still remember the shock etched on their faces when I revealed our bond, and being Vegeta, he put his two cents in with a smirk and wrapped his arm around my waist. I was surprised by this myself, as he was not one to openly display affection in front of others. I made a tiny mental note to ask him about his behaviour later. Our sons looked at each other with small smiles, perhaps they had known for a while. If our sudden fluctuations of ki during the night were any indication.
The fact that that the so-called "rival" of Kakarotto, and lovable ol' Goku, were together, as a couple, came as the biggest surprise to most. After all these years, after all the threats aimed at myself from the ouji, after all the talk of how someday he would defeat me, how could one who seemingly hated another with such passion turn that into...
...Love?
Sometimes, I wonder about that myself.
Was it my doing?
Or Vegeta's?
Or maybe it was a card played out from Fate's hand?
I doubt I'll ever truly understand.