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Spark, Flicker, and Explode!

Ch. 4

The Prince felt a warm tongue lick at the side of his face.

"Kakarott…? Did you hear what I said?" He stood in silence as he waited for the other saiyajin to answer him. His arms crossed as felt the cool breeze of Kakarott surround him, kissing him.

"Yes…" came the soft purr against his sensitive ears. It made the hair on his neck rise. Vegeta really hated waiting like this, why didn't the man just recharge, or whatever it was he had to do. Why was he playing these childish games? Then again…this was Kakarott he was taking about… He mentally rolled his eyes.

He threw his arms to his sides and let out a little snort, that when finished was decorated with a smirk. "Fine Kakarott, you can stay out here and whirl around the room blowing kisses to yourself. I, for one, am going to take a shower." With that said the Prince directed his legs to escort him to the bathroom.

He flicked on the light and removed the blue shirt and jeans he had just recently put on. Folding them neatly and laying the clothing atop the counter. He then walked over to the bathtub turning on the warm water, watching as it poured into the porcelain surface below him. His finger's played under the stream, waiting for the temperature he liked, and decided it would be more relaxing for him to take a soak in the tub, rather than a shower.

Why didn't Kakarott just answer him anyway? What was recharging? How did it happen? It couldn't be that bad, could it? The namek did say it would take some of his power, but he had power to spare, didn't he? Besides, he kind of liked the fact that he would be supplying the 'mighty Kakarott' with some of his ki. He slipped himself into the now half filled tub and leaned his head back. He was feeling rather sluggish after the round of love making him and the taller saiyajin had just finished.

He closed his eyes and found that he was biting his bottom lip at his sudden onslaught of thoughts about the whole recharging process. He continued to slowly drift underwater until his body was fully submerged. After a moment of relaxation he pushed himself back up and ran his hands through his hair squeezing the excess water from it, rubbing a hand across his face to get the water out of his eyes. Crystal beads traveled down his well sculpted body making their journey back to the tub from which they came. His skin would have glistened in the light, if it was on.

He blinked…the bathroom light was off…he didn't remember when he did that. Probably because he didn't. He reached his foot to the faucet and turned off the still running water, staring silently at the bathroom doorway. It was still closed. He grunted to himself as he started to stand, when suddenly little sparks of light began dancing around the room. The Prince, not really knowing what to do, sat back down as he watched dozens of candles light, one after the other.

Illuminating the once briefly dark room.

"Kakarott?" A hand brushed across his damp cheek, slowly, tracing his firm jaw line. The Prince closed his eyes at the sensation. Strong hands cupped Vegeta's face luring him, drawing him, to the living fantasy that was Kakarott.

He could feel the sparks from the candles on his wet skin. The only sounds were the little tear drops of moisture that fell from bronze skin plopping back into the water. Vegeta's lips connected with a pair equally soft as his. He jerked away to find Kakarott before him.

"Okay…" came the remark from the handsome face before him. Vegeta looked at him with question marks dangling in his eyes. How, was he able to appear like this. He thought Kakarott's power had been spent.

"Okay…?" Was all Vegeta managed to say.

"You know, recharge, yeah I will use you." He laughed goofily and made an attempt to scratch the back of his head, but Vegeta caught his hand and brought it back to his face leaning into it.

"Kakarott…" He looked at the other saiyajin, not really knowing what to say. He was ready and willing to give Kakarott all the power he needed. "How are you able to appear like this?"

"I summoned the last of my energy that's how." He smiled, his hands never leaving Vegeta's face as he leaned close to kiss the Ouji, Vegeta pulled back again.

"How do we do this?"

Goku closed his eyes as if concentrating and Vegeta felt the heat within him rise. It started soft at first, like feathers caressing him…then it moved to feeling as if he was being poked with needles all over his tanned skin. He knew what it felt like to give another ki, and that was what he felt…his power leaving him, draining away. But this time he had not complained about it, as he had in the past, on so many occasions when Kakarott had needed the power of the Z fighters… but did it willingly and did not mind.

He strained to see, looking at Kakarott who was absorbing his power with a grim smile. A smile he had never known 'Goku' to wear, but then again he couldn't really see all that well with Kakarott's hands squeezing his face. Hands that drained his ki, but hands he never wanted to leave him either. His back arched as his ki, taken from him surged through his body like a wild power line flickering all over the place.

A yellow glow encased them both as the ki heated around them, entering Goku's body. It wasn't painful just irritating in a ticklish kind of way.

He felt as if the only thing that was holding him up was Goku's hands on his face, maybe he just wanted to feel that way. Knowing Kakarott was so near him, comforted him, and the Ouji gave a weak smile, as he felt Kakarott almost jerk, like he was forcing himself to stop. The heat around them dissipated and he felt himself being carried out of the bathroom.

Vegeta smacked at Goku's arms until he had wriggled himself out of the tight grasp, as Goku chuckled at his Prince.

"I do know how to walk! I think I have told you that, on more than one occasion. You might want to remember it, for future reference." Vegeta stated, while entering his bedroom.

"Do you know how to get dressed too?" Goku questioned the naked Prince. Vegeta blushed, but grunted away his embarrassment as he slipped on some silk pajama bottoms.

"Of course baka! Remember I was taking a ba- …" The Prince shook his royal head, this was pointless, and he became bored of it that quickly, so instead he fell back on his bed and let out a sigh. Kakarott always knew how to get a rise out of him. He leaned his head to the side to stare at Goku, who was staring back at him, smiling.

Smiling like the innocent baka he was. He wanted to find the killer…gods…how long was it going to take? The cops were on the case, but how reliable were they? They hadn't even questioned the Prince yet, not that he cared, because he planned on finding the heartless bastard who killed Kakarott himself, and repaying them for what they did…

He pushed himself up and leaned on his elbows to look at his mate that was now sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Why did you jerk like that? Did it hurt you, did you get enough power?" Vegeta questioned. Goku nodded and smiled again.

"Yeah, I got enough. I jerked because I thought maybe I was taking too much from you. I didn't want to hurt or deplete you."

Vegeta snorted that response away. He was no weakling, and he was far from being depleted.

"Do you sleep?"

Goku shook his head. "No, not really. It's more like, I can rest, never really sleep…" He played with the end of the blankets as he spoke.

"Hn…what about eat? Are you hungry?"

Again he shook his head. Vegeta felt sad and angry at the same time. The person before him, looked exactly like Goku… yet did not eat or sleep, but he did fuck him…it was strange and somewhat frightening.

"I really don't have a need for food." Vegeta nodded, it did make sense, but at the same time it didn't. No need for food, but a need for sex? Why was he questioning this, or complaining for that matter? Sex was a very good thing.

Goku looked over his shoulder at Vegeta who was now playing with the drawstring of his pants.

"Vegeta…what are you thinking?" The Prince looked up at him letting go of the strings and concentrated on the face before him. The rage that consumed him was unbearable and the confusion that accompanied it was even worse. Some small part of him, still worried, worried that maybe he killed Kakarott…but he often threw that thought out of the window…he had no reason to kill the man…did he? He felt like a broken record.

But then again, was that why this rage consumed him? The need to find Kakarott's killer…not only to destroy the person who took the life of his mate, but to prove the thoughts he had about himself were wrong…that he was not a cold blooded murderer. He thought of the dream he had and remembered the black boots, and was happy to say he did not own a pair…but that really meant nothing to him. It still did not comfort him.

He felt the larger saiyajin move behind him rubbing his shoulders. His head automatically rolled back at the sensations, and it was then he realized how tired he was. His eyes closed slightly as he fought off sleep.

"Vegeta?"

"I'm fine Kakarott." His voice came out thick and husky glazed with a sort of exhaustion that only Goku could notice.

"No you're not Geta, and you never answered my question, did I take too much of your power? I didn't mean too if I did." He said applying a kiss to the top of his Ouji's head.

"No, Kakarott, it's ok. I'm just tired, that's all." He leaned back into Goku's chest as strong arms wrapped securely around him. Goku's upper body rumbled with what seemed like purrs, but a little more fierce as he stroked Vegeta's side and rocked him unknowingly.

"Geta, you wanna tell me what you were thinking before?"

"No." Goku gave a half whine half sigh and decided it would be best to give up. He laid back on the bed and rolled Vegeta onto his side, pulling the blankets over both of them, and wrapping his arms around Vegeta pulling him so close he face was smashed into Goku's neck.

"Kakarott…I would like to be able to breathe…" Goku laughed hesitantly and let his little Prince go, with room enough for breathing. He trailed his fingers down Vegeta's body until he reached his slender hands and interlaced his finger's with the Ouji's, smiling when he felt the ring that was on Vegeta's finger. He was happy the Prince wore it, and wore it with such pride.

"I love you Vegeta…" but there was no response back, because the fatigued Prince was already asleep. Goku closed his eyes and smiled.

~|**Dream Sequence**|~

Vegeta grabbed his head, it was an understatement to say that he felt dizzy. He opened his eyes to see he was kneeling on the ground. What the ground or room looked like would have to wait until his head stopped spinning.

He leaned forward cautiously as his hand instinctively reached out before him latching onto a soft surface, that he pulled closely to his face sniffing it as his eyes came into focus. His bedroom?

He slowly stood to his feet, what was he doing in his bedroom? A noise made him turn his head to a dark corner in his room. His eyes squinted as he saw two shadowed figures. One was laying across the floor and the other was hovering over.

He walked closer and realized he didn't like what he saw. He, or someone that looked exactly like him, was laying on the floor bleeding, for what it looked like to be a long time, the rug was soaked. And again backwards…it was going backwards. This obviously couldn't be true because he had never been on the floor like this bleeding. He would definitely remember something that bloody.

The blood removed itself from the floor filling the body of the once slain Prince…he turned behind him to see another body on the floor like the first…it was him..two of him? What did this mean? Wait…didn't Piccolo say Kakarott's doppelganger killed his…then maybe the bloodied one on the floor was his doppelganger. And the other him on the floor was when he blacked out.

He watched as his mirror image wobbled to it's feet. He tried to look at the face of Kakarott's doppelganger, but he was well shaded. He thought the man to be smirking, but wasn't sure. He wasn't really keeping his gaze on anything in particular. He hated this, and he hated reliving it. Yes he wanted to see Kakarott's killer, but what was this, this was pointless! He could learn nothing from it. He watched as the curtains were sucked in and out of an open window by a strong breeze.

He contemplated jumping out of that window and flying away from the horrid scene. He could do that, it was his dream, he could do anything he wanted. He had control of his own dreams, didn't he!? "Of course I do!" He yelled, as he commanded his feet forward, but yet he didn't move, and maybe he didn't truly want to. Why did things have to be so insane, why couldn't he just see the killer, why was everything one big damn puzzle after another…why…

A loud explosion caught his attention, and he turned to see a bright massive wave of blue light, being sucked out of doppelganger Vegeta's body and back into two properly placed hands at Kakarott's side. "!AH em ah em aK"

It was a very well aimed attack…It looked as though he was only aiming for Vegeta, and he did not miss. That was quite disturbing…even though it wasn't really him, it was his doppelganger. He stepped back as he saw what looked like a last attempt ki blast bounce off Kakarott's body and absorb itself back into doppelganger Vegeta's palm.

He seemed to stare, as time passed so slowly, unintelligible words were exchanged through the doppelgangers. Slowly a physical fight was coming into play, punches were retracted from each other's faces and stomachs. He frowned…his doppelganger had really put up a fight, and why not…it was part of him, wasn't it?

Only the strong survived Vegeta thought, he had said it many times before, but now it had a different meaning. Who knew there was a battle going on between two invisible forces he had never even known existed.

~|**End Dream Sequence**|~

"Dad!" He was being shaken lightly. "Time for breakfast." Vegeta opened eyes to see his purple haired son staring down at him. A growl escaped his throat as he sat up glaring at Trunks.

"Was I just sleeping, when you woke me up?" Trunks was confused by this question but answered his father anyway.

"Uh…yeah?…"

"And I'm awake now?" Trunks was feeling more than a little uneasy.

"Yeah…"

"You woke me for breakfast?"

"Yup."

"Will there be food after this day?" Trunks scratched his head.

"Of course…"

"I was just making sure…seeing as how this is the first time I have been woken for breakfast. I thought the world may be ending…or worse Kakarott was downstairs."

Trunks laughed nervously as Vegeta rolled his eyes.

"Now that we got to the bottom of that, can you get out, I would like to finish sleeping."

He said throwing his head back into the pillow. He didn't see why it was so damned important, no one ever woke him up before, for breakfast. The food wasn't going anywhere and neither was he.

"Sorry dad, but Mom was worried, seeing that it is now 10:30 a.m. and you usually wake up at 6:00 in the morning."

Vegeta turned his head back out of the pillow to look at his son as he spoke.

"I am well aware of what I do, but thank you for the daily report. I like to sleep in once in awhile, it is rare, but not abnormal. Tell that Mother of yours to add that into her Vegeta reports next time she decides to send you to fetch me." Trunks stared back at him and nodded.

"Sorry …I will have Mom save a few plates for you." He said walking out.

"Hn…" He did not feel like getting out of bed this day, and Trunks just had to wake him up. He guessed he considered it a good thing, it's not like he was having the most intriguing of dreams.

He looked next to him and noted he couldn't see Kakarott, but did feel his presence. He figured the saiyajin doppelganger liked to show himself at night more so than day time. He sat all the way up as he thought of his recent dream. What did it mean to him and how could that lead him to find Kakarott's killer?

Vegeta had yet to ask himself or even care why Kakarott's doppelganger had killed his. Should he care? Was it that big of a deal? It's not like he was attached to, or even knew his doppelganger ever existed, and yet some part of him laughed…even his doppelganger couldn't defeat Kakarott's…but he needed the Ouji to recharge. So it was two sided, or so he told himself.

Did Vegeta's doppelganger have a right to live? Was it just like him? Did it hold feelings as Kakarott's doppelganger did?

But he deluded himself…he loved Kakarott so much, it was a blinding love, and he knew this was the only way, the only way for Kakarott to communicate with him. Saiyajin's were all about survival of the fittest, even their doppelgangers…He grunted at himself, he was making a bigger deal out of this than necessary. If he really wanted to know the answer he could ask the Namek…he would probably know.

But it would be hard, Kakarott would have his defense up, after what Piccolo said last time…he doubted Kakarott would ever want to visit him again.

There was a light tapping at Vegeta's door and he growled at it, when that didn't work and the tapping continued he finally answered. "What!?"

"Can I come in?" Came the soft voice of the blue haired genius.

He paused for a moment before answering and stared at the door. 'No you can't come in, now get the fuck away and leave me the hell alone!' Ok, so he wasn't really going to say that, but he felt like it.

He was tired and he was upset…he didn't feel like talking to anyone.

"You will anyway so let's not delay the inevitable." The door opened and Bulma appeared with a dark blue suit in her left hand and a pair of black dress shoes, and a blue tie in her right.

"Well I was thinking about it…and I thought you might not have any clothes for such an occasion." He swallowed hard as he looked at the clothes she was holding.

"The funeral.." His voice came out softer than he expected. No, he didn't forget, but he was hoping it wasn't real. It was a stupid thing to hope for, but he did.

She handed the clothes too him and he took them and nodded at her.

"Yeah, the funeral. Remember it's at 2:00, ok?"

"Hn."

"Ok, um…well are you hungry yet? I can bring you up something."

"No."

"Are you ok Vegeta?" She reached out and grabbed his left hand. He felt Kakarott's ki stir.

"Of course I'm fine! What kind of question is that?"

"Well, it's a good question, considering you were very close to Goku!" She said squeezing his palm. "Hey Vegeta!!!! Are you wearing a ring?"

She pulled his hand closer to her as he yanked it away.

"Awww come on lemme see!!! I never saw you wear a ring before, your gold tipped boots and flashy battle gear is the closest thing to jewelry I have seen you wear. Where did you get it? Hm? Who gave it to you?" He heard a growl escape Kakarott's throat almost like an animal trying to protect it's child, and his ki spiked again. Bulma grabbed Vegeta's hand back into hers and stared at the ring.

"It's very nice looking…whose it from a secret girlfriend?"

"No!"

She took his ring finger and quickly slipped the ring off of him inspecting it, as a jeweler would. "This is nice!" Vegeta nodded and held his hand out.

"Thank you, now give it back."

Faster than one could blink an eye he saw Bulma knocked to the floor.

"Kakarott!!"

"Vegeta!!! Why did you push me like that???" Bulma screamed.

Goku materialized in front of him.

"She didn't have to take the ring off of you Vegeta…"

"Well!!! Answer me why did you push me???" She stared at him with intense blue eyes. "Hey did you say Goku? Did Goku give you this ring? No wonder you're all sad, sappy and devastated about his death. You love him!" She clasped her hands together and sighed dreamily, as Vegeta frowned only wishing she would get out. "But you didn't have to push me, it's not like I was going to steal the ring.." She said handing it back but not before reading the inscription.

"Oh…" Her eyes almost seemed to sadden. "You two really did love each other…did ChiChi know?" A low growl freed itself from Kakarott's mouth and Vegeta only snorted.

"No one knew." He slipped it back on his ring finger. "Now get out." He said calmly hoping Kakarott didn't try to push her or anything worse.

"Fine, but if you ever need anyone to talk to Vegeta, I will always be here." She said walking through the doorway with a little smile on her face. "I can't believe you and Goku…"

"Hn." Vegeta turned to Goku and stared at him. "Why did you push her?"

"Vegeta, I'm sorry…you know how I get. I have always felt a strong need to protect you…"

"From her! She is a weakling…Kakarott…" Goku reached his arm out to touch Vegeta's hair and stroked it gently. He leaned forward kissing Vegeta's lips, licking them as he pulled back from the kiss.

"Vegeta, I really am sorry. But we really can't trust anyone, any of these people could be my killer." Vegeta nodded Kakarott was right, anybody could be the killer, but Bulma? He wasn't sure, but he did trust Kakarott. That he was sure of. "I love you. Will you forgive me." Vegeta sighed and sucked in a breath or two as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

"Yes Kakarott, you're forgiven…"

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