This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
After a large yawn, I fold the letter neatly, and slip into a white envelope. Setting the pen down, I rise from where I had been sitting for quite fome time, and make my way to the fridge. I shut the door with my foot as my arms are preoccupied with the food contents I will use to prepare some sandwiches with. I waste no time and consume them with haste. I glance over at the clock, noting the time. Nine fourty-seven. I suppose an early night's rest would do me well.
I strip off my clothes as I make my way into the bedroom, heading towards the bathroom for a quick shower. Once inside, I turn the hot water on, and delight in the warmth. After a quick scrub, followed by a vigourous towel down, I'm done. I walk across the soft carpet, making hardly any noise as I slip between the crimson sheet of the bed. I sigh and blow the bangs away from my forehead, enjoying the cool fabric against my nude skin. Rolling over, entangling myself between the sheets, I clutch at a pillow, pressing my nose against it. My eyes fall shut as I inhale. His scent is barely there, yet I can still detect it.
Pulling the pillow against my chest, I can only gaze at the empty space his body once filled next to my own. This bed is too large for just me. There are no tears anymore, my body has grown too tired for that. I rest my head againts the pillow, a small part of me waiting for it to materialize into Vegeta and scoff at me for being sentimental.
Another yawn, before I drift into slumberland.
The last thing I can remember is something to do with sweet dreams...
Lips brushed against another soft pair, hot breaths expelled as muffled moans, skin rubbing delightfully against skin. A look into the eyes, soul searching, before a heavy thrust is delivered. A groan as the recipient arches to show his pleasure. Soft sounds could be heard as Vegeta and Goku made love for the fifth time since late afternoon. At first is was rough, wild, almost savage in its brutality, but it had died down to slow, more sensuous loving, time and care taken to draw out each moan and purr. Something in the air was different that night, and Goku couldn't quite put a finger on it. Though, at the moment, that wasn't important. Vegeta was doing wonderful things to him, as it was the shorter man's turn on top. The prince jerked on top of him, and Goku knew that Vegeta was nearing his climax, as was he. He came, crying out as well as through the bond. Vegeta, completely drained of any strength as to hold himself up, collapsed on his mate, breathing heavily in attempt to regain his breath. They stayed that way for a while, each delighting in the afterglow that still hung about in the dimly light room.
It was then that Vegeta sat up, and with much effort, proceeded to the bathroom. With a grunt, Goku propped himself up with both hands and stared at his mate's retereating form. Goku was confused, as he had never seen the other man do this before. He begrudgingly rose from the bed sheets, and followed him. When he enterred, he watched as the prince simply stared at his own reflection, apeaking nothing. The tenshion in the air became heavier, the silence weighing down on the younger man. Vegeta's eyes were locked to his own. Seemingly looking inside himself, at what was underlying it all.
"I am a saiyajin warrior," he stated lowly, eyes lowering to pay heed to the sink's faucet. Goku's eyebrows drew together, he didn't know what was going on with Vegeta. His face was completely neutral, and his eyes, they were void.
"Of course you are. The great Saiyajin Prince, strongest in the Universe." he added, perhaps in a half-ass attempt to lighten the mood. Vegeta grunted, face remaining the same, and he leaned against the counter.
"What makes me say that?" Vegeta said, reading Goku's thoughts. The younger man nodded, even though he wasn't in Vegeta's line of vision. The prince shook his head slowly, eyes rising once again, regarding himself. He had developped lines around his eyes, forehead, and the corners of his mouth from years of constant stress. His once gleaming jet black hair had dulled somewhat, minimally streaked with grey, though it stood as tall as ever. He still held his regal air about him, and perhaps his tiny imperfections served only to enhance it. They seemed to add onto his vast knowledge, lending a hand at understanding the story behind the man. The prince's skin was still as smooth as ever, muscles still equally defined. It would be positively unfathomable to any human mind to believe that Vegeta had lived for more than two centuries. Yet here he stood, as proud and imposing as ever.
"I haven't lived the best life, agreably," he began once again, "and as hard as it is for me to admit, I have changed. Of course you know this all, but in some cynical way, I feel as though I admit this for the first time to myself. To myself..." He paused, unknowings biting his lower lip. He released the soft fold of skin after realizing what he has doing.
"Do you know what you're doing to me? I melt when you so much as look at me." A deep, rolling chuckle. "And you know what else, Kakarotto? There are no regrets. I fought long and hard. All my life was a continued self-evaluation, the same question always surfacing: Why? Why did I struggle to wrench myself from this pain, my life so bleak, desolation and rage the only motivation? Wouln't you like to know." A small grin. "I was hoping that one day, I'd be released of my chains of doubt that bound me to the deepest depths of the oceans. And maybe, just maybe, I'd burst through the surface of my own hell. That in a nutshell, Kakarotto."
Goku rubbed his forearms, feeling a slight chill in the air. "Ano... did you ever break the surface, Vegeta?" he asked, almost afraid for the answer. Another moment of unspoken words. Then, with the slow meticulation of the undecided, Vegeta's form turned. His regard was blank, no indication he had even heard the other man. He turned slowy, ebony eyes squaring into deep sable. Lips curving in a curious smile. Goku's head tilting to the side in confusion.
"Indeed, I did." he answered, smile fading. "Though I cannot take pleasure in my freedom in this world any longer."
"What do you mean, 'any longer'?"
"A warrior knows when death has come to stake his claim. I'll be leaving this dimension soon." Vegeta watched as shock registered on the younger man's face.
"No, you must be mistaken! It c-can't be your time yet!"Goku sputtered. He turned away, eyes flling with tears, for he knew it was the truth. He had felt Vegeta's body dying for some time, but dismissed it as the effects of "old sayiajin age" But even as he spoke those words, he felt it. Vegeta's soul was beginning to fade. He squeezed his eyes shut, the last glimmer of hope dying away in his being.
He felt two strong hands on his cheeks, turning his head to face his mate. Vegeta slowly wiped his tears away with his thumbs, Goku' face a flush of colour.
"Don't dwell on such petty things, Kakarotto. It is only the demise of my physical being that is taking place. And I will wait for you..." He cleverly choked back a sob by kissing the taller man.
The next moments were passed in a haze for Goku. He could vaguely recally being pushed back against the bed. The two saiyajins proceeded to make the most satisfying love he could ever remember. When Goku climaxed, something fell into place inside. Something he had been missing all his life, up until that moment. He never knew what, and had never quite figured it out.
He could recall being slipped a drink somewhere; it had smelled exotic. Goku hadn't know what it was, but had downed it anyway. And then the night spiralled away from his consciousness.
Goku groaned, clutching at his chest. There was a hollow pain inside that wouldn't seem to go away, no matter how many times he tried to roll over. Finally, one eye opened, and then the other, as his vision wavered for a second. The feeling was still there. Goku rubbed at his sore temples, when he noticed to lax arms wrapped around his. He felt a little chill, and buried closer into the body he was pressed against. Until he noticed the cold was coming from what he was pressing into.
Goku recoiled in horror, eyes widening to a seemingly impossible size. The pain in his chest instensified dramatically, as tears made their way freely down his cheeks.
It was Vegeta's body.
Vegeta was dead.
Goku screamed.
I shot out of bed, falling to the floor in a panic. Once again, I was haunted by his death. I frantically made my way into the bathroom, splashing icy water onto my face to soothe my nerves. My breathing quickly returned to normal.
The drink Vegeta had slipped me... I don't know what was in it, but somehow it had nulled the pain of his crossing for me. So I wouldn't be pulled with him. The bond was strong, but it was under a strain that made it almost impossible to function between dimensions.
Vegeta, you sonofabitch. I wanted to be awake when you died. I wanted to go with you.
I couldn't stand the funeral. Couldn't bear the thought of giving you back to the earth, to let your beautiful flesh rot. It was raining that day. Earth was crying for its loss.
I was the last full blooded saiyajin left.
The darkness was pushed back by the ki I had created in my right hand. It glowed an eerie blue. It was perfect. Staring into the mirror, just as Vegeta had done, I looked upon myself. Time had worked its magic upon me as well, laugh lines around the edges of my eyes and around my mouth. It was then that I saw myself.
As a child, training with Krillen on Master Roshi's island...
As a youth, entering the martial arts tournament, defeating Piccolo...
As a newly married adult, watching my newborn son wiggle in his crib...
As a confident saiyajin, making a stand against Vegeta...
As a super saiyajin, defeating Frieza...
As a proud father, watching my son from in heaven defeating Cell...
As a desperate warrior, defeating Buu with the last of my strength...
As a Super Goku, fighting against Bebi Vegeta...
As a mourning husband at my wife's death...
As a forgotten warrior, watching from the sidelines as my lineage grew and started families of their own...
As a renewed soul, mating with Vegeta in the hunt...
As a man on his last end, ready to join his mate in the afterlife...
This was it. I pressed my hand to my chest, quickly calculating the amount of ki needed to bring death instantly. I closed my eyes, perhaps for the last time, and bit my lip to prevent from crying out.
Vegeta, I'm coming. The ki charged, and I prepared to let it loose, let's it take my mortal life.
...When I was suddently embraced from behind, restricting my every move.