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-Last time- "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…"

Chapter 5

The Games You Play

Kakarott disappeared once again, when he heard that he was forgiven. Which left Vegeta standing next to the side of the bed still feeling desperately tired.

All he wanted to do was lay back down, put his head on his pillow, pull the blanket over his head and fall asleep. But he didn't, instead he looked at the suit that he had laid neatly across the bed and sighed at it.

Kakarott's funeral…He had lived through many peoples deaths mostly ones which he caused. He had died many times himself, and lived through and suffered the destruction of his race and planet, but nothing shook him to the core as the death of his mate did.

He felt a cold heat surround him at the thought…the killer. Thought of Kakarott's words…it was true he couldn't trust anyone and he wouldn't. Any one of those idiots could have murdered Kakarott, but why? He hoped the funeral would prove to be a place for clues.

He had never been to a funeral, it was a human tradition. The humans were upset with the thought of having to lay Kakarott to rest this day, but they needed it for some type of closure. He was upset with what had happened to Kakarott. How his life was wrongfully taken from him.

He was upset at the whole situation. It was guaranteed to him that the killer would be at the funeral. Probably celebrating and mourning their sick and twisted victory. This person had defeated the mighty Kakarott. Vegeta knew his mate had to have trusted this person a great deal. How that angered him to no end.

Trust them with his very life…the life they took away from him. Meaning it was one of his friends or family members. It almost hurt him to think that any of those very people would feel as if they needed to justify their love and obsession with Kakarott by taking his life. His mate's life.

He paused his current thought, realizing his mind had come to the conclusion that Kakarott was killed because the killer was obsessed with him. That made icy shivers pirouette down his back.

He had always been obsessed with Kakarott, but not to the point that he would kill him. No. He slapped a hand over his face and wiped it down. That was not true, he had wanted to defeat the man any way possible, but that was then, not now. He hadn't cared about defeating Kakarott in years. He just wouldn't do something like that, but who would, who could?

He imagined the killer sitting there. At the funeral, in one of the hard folding chairs, clad in black, sunglasses splashed across it's face.

Fake tears, or maybe even real ones for the guilt it must feel about murdering Kakarott. The bastard would probably be watching everyone to see if anyone was watching or suspecting them. Fidgeting, continuously brushing at it's pants or skirt. Then it will go and throw a flower on Kakarott's casket, smiling, as that flower symbolizes Kakarott's defeat, like another knife across his throat.

Vegeta will seethe knowing that that the tainted flower will be in that grave with Kakarott…the same hands that killed him… Then the killer will be so pleased to see everyone sad, and crying…It will get pleasure from everyone's pain, because they had pain.

It will talk to people, it will have disgustingly real emotion…People will believe this person actually loved Kakarott…It will say kind words to ChiChi, about her loss, with a secret venom that no one will hear.

Then it will go to Gohan and Goten and say what a great man their father was as if no one knew that. This monster will mingle and sip on wine or whatever drink is available at the little get together that would come after the funeral. Lastly they will turn to Vegeta… and smirk.

A smirk that says 'I know,' I know you loved him, I know you were with him, why do you think I killed him? I wanted him too. I loved him more, he really belonged to me, but you, Vegeta, took him away…It will hate Vegeta and pity him for the loss of his mate. Then laugh that the mighty Prince of Saiyajins never saved his beloved.

He snorted , and buried his thoughts within himself then opened his eyes, not even noticing that he had closed them.

He would do whatever possible to avenge his mate.

He stretched and ran a hand through his thick hair, didn't worry that he couldn't see Kakarott, he felt his energy in the room, and knew he was conserving it.

That made him smile slightly. He walked over to his bathroom, flicked on the light yawned, then rubbed at his shoulder as he stared at himself in the mirror. He didn't look as tired as he felt.

"Hey!" Kakarott said appearing and sitting on the bathroom counter.

"Yes?" Vegeta looked at him. Admiring the beauty, the flawless pale features that created this man before him and he smiled. He stared at dark ebony eyes that held a sparkle, yet had a dim glow of something unfamiliar. Something he never noticed in Kakarott's eyes before.

He looked away and back at his own face, not really staring at it just pretending to as he waited for the other to talk.

"Do we have to live here?" Vegeta cleared his throat and traced a finger around the sink. No, they didn't have to live here, but all his clothes and stuff were here, his children were here. The gravity chamber was here also. And again there was just something strange in his voice in his eyes… He tried to seem innocent but it seemed to be tainted.

"You don't have to live here."

Kakarott seemed offended by the remark, but seemed to bite back anything rude he wanted to say.

"But Vegeta, I have to live where you live because I am your doppelganger. Sooooo I kinda have to go everywhere you do." He looked at Kakarott who had also started to trace the sink with his finger, as if copying his movements. He wondered what went through his mind sometimes.

"Where do you suggest we live?"

Vegeta opened the reflective surface grabbed his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth.

Kakarott watched him as he slowly, perfectly brought the brush across his teeth not getting toothpaste anywhere outside of his lips or mouth and he grinned.

"You could ask Bulma for a capsule house."

Vegeta turned to him brush still in his mouth, he removed it rinsed it clean. Grabbed a cup from the cabinet, filled it with water, took a drink spit it out, then wiped his face off on a towel.

"I could do a lot of things. What is wrong with living here?" Goku hopped off of the counter and walked behind Vegeta. Wrapping his arms around the smaller figure and loving the warm feel of him.

"I just don't trust these people."

The Prince snorted and looked in the mirror and remembered Kakarott didn't have a reflection, so he turned his head and looked back at him.

"These…people…you say that as if you haven't known them your whole life. As if they are a sickness. I will remind you that 'these people' you are speaking of are my family"

Kakarott kissed the back of his head and turned Vegeta to face him.

"No, I didn't mean it like that…"

"Then what did you mean?"

"I just, I want to feel safe."

He stared up at the taller one and sighed.

"You don't feel safe here?"

"No Vegeta, I only feel safe when I am around you. And you alone."

"Fine." He was in no mood to argue, especially today. Kakarott always had a certain way about him that he would continue to annoy the Prince until he got just what he wanted.

Goku smiled and squeezed Vegeta.

"So we can move?"

"Yes."

"Thank you Vegeta." A light kiss was applied to his cheek.

"My children will want to visit."

"I know and they can."

"I know." Vegeta breathed heavily. He wanted to keep Kakarott happy, and he most definitely wanted the man to feel safe. He loved him and wanted to protect him. The least he could do was…move out.

"So when are you going to ask her?"

Persistent wasn't he.

"Today Kakarott, I will ask her today. Does that please you?" It was said sarcastically but Goku didn't seem to mind one bit as he started to talk again.

"Ok great! When can we move out?"

"Don't push me baka."

"Sorry Vegeta." He said hugging his mate tightly and kissing his lips. Then going invisible again.

Five minutes later, after washing his face and whatnot Vegeta was walking out of the bathroom. The thought of his doppelganger crossed his mind and he wondered if any part of him had changed because his doppelganger died. The thought was short lived as he slipped off his pajama pants and kicked them to the nearest corner of his room. It didn't really matter if he made a mess because he was moving out anyway.

Then he walked over to the bed where his suit was laid out, and he started to get dressed.

"Vegeta…" A breathy whisper hit his ear. His fingers froze on the button of his dress shirt as he waited for Kakarott to say something else, but didn't. He loved to play at these games…Whispering in Vegeta's ear, breathing subtly on his neck. Trying to make the Ouji want him.

He did, Vegeta always wanted him, whether he did this or not. But it felt like more than that…like it wasn't a game to the other man, but something much deeper. Was he trying to see if Vegeta would do anything for him? Stop getting dressed…wait for the other to talk…be some sort of obedient little Prince. Fuck him right before he attended Kakarott's funeral…no he would not do that. Never…

He forced the thoughts out, because they were hurting his brain. And why! Why did it seem he thought of Kakarott and his doppelganger as two separate people, yet he would do anything for the invisible force whispering in his ear. It was silly because they were one in the same. He was becoming his own contradiction. All the questions he had just asked he had the answers to. Out..out..out…he pushed the thoughts out.

"Kakarott?"

"Vegeta…" He felt the hot breath hit his lips and he closed his eyes letting his fingers drop from his buttons. He felt rough hands on his chest pulling at his shirt, and he thought for a second Kakarott was going to strip him. When he opened his eyes he saw his shirt being buttoned. He was not a baby he could button his own clothes. He put his hands over Kakarott's, but the man did not remove his fingers, neither did Vegeta. They buttoned the shirt together…very slowly…

Then he felt a warm kiss on his cheek and the taller saiyajin brushed fingers through his hair. Although the man still didn't make himself visible, but he whispered to him.

"I can't wait until we live together…alone…" The voice tickled his ears and he shifted his stance then decided to ask a question that had been bugging him ever since that damned doppelganger dream.

"Kakarott…Why did you do it?" Yes, the Prince knew how to ruin a perfectly good moment. A moment in which he was probably about to get some, but he really didn't want any before his mate's funeral. Vegeta waited for him to answer for what seemed to be like a very long time, didn't get one, and decided to finish getting dressed. He wasn't even sure why he asked.

He started slipping on his shoes, when he heard an eerie squeak, that could easily rival that of a scratching chalkboard. Letting one shoe fall to the ground, he was determined to pinpoint the annoying noise.

A gush of wind blew around him, and he turned his body in the direction from where it came. His curtains rippled revealing a closed window and the squeaking sound became louder and louder. He was sure it was being caused by a certain doppelganger saiyajin's fingertip as it was writing across the glass surface over and over again the word: Why?

He stared in shocked silence. Watching as Kakarott's invisible finger wrote it over and over, not seeming to get bored of the three letter word. He heard the pane of glass crack from the pressure Kakarott's finger was putting on it. The larger saiyajin's ki flickered quickly and the window broke.

Millions of little glass shards scattered around the room. Vegeta blocked his eyes with his arm, but was far enough away that none of the little pieces came close to him. He put his arm back down to his side and looked at the broken window, glass decorating the floor below it.

He was definitely taken aback with what just happened. He wasn't sure why Kakarott did that. He was about to ask the man when he heard a knock at his door, and Kakarott in his ear, swiftly, coaxing him with a velvet voice. "Tell who ever it is to go away."

He scowled at the order, and ignored it. "I asked you a question damn it! Breaking my window was not the answer I was looking for!" The invisible saiyajin appeared before him and grinned.

"What was your question?"

"Why did you kill my doppelganger?"

"Vegeta!?" Bulma yelled through the door. "Is everything ok?"

"It was an accident! Besides someone killed me first!" Kakarott could see this answer was not pleasing to the Prince. "I thought you knew, it was my only way to contact you, to talk to you, still be with you. Vegeta…I love you…"

"But did you have to resort to killing?" It was hard for him to stand his ground after hearing Kakarott say he loved him. He even felt slightly bad for letting the man affect him in such a manner.

Vegeta shook his head. Why did he even care? He had killed before, even destroyed planets. Was the death of his own doppelganger and the fact that 'innocent' Kakarott had killed it starting to bother him?

There was just too much stuff to think about floating around his head right now. It was beginning to really piss him off. Maybe he just needed to focus on getting through this day…and concentrating on the killer, the rest would fall into place…or just fall.

"Vegeta!?" The woman yelled through the door again.

"Go away!" He yelled back.

"I thought I heard something break, are you ok?" How in the hell could she hear a window break from her room? He thought as he turned to the door and yelled again.

"Of course I am, I'm saiyajin." He heard a muffled half laugh half scoff from Bulma.

"Well who were you talking to just now?" This woman was becoming more annoying than helpful, the Prince thought.

"Now do you understand why I want to move 'these people' are nosy…" He stared at 'Kakarott' for a moment and then frowned. This man was Kakarott, was it not? He was sometimes confused by the careless faces that he made, almost reminding him of himself.

He looked at the man again who was half smirking at him, and decided to throw him off guard by leaning up and kissing him on the lips. He was sick of always seeming like he was staring at Kakarott with a certain un-Princely disposition that said 'I am slightly freaked out by you and your strange actions'

Yeah, that kiss did it, because that half smirk turned into a full fledged Son grin.

He grabbed the man by the face and pressed his lips against his mates kissing him hard but passionately. He pulled back and licked across those plump lips. "Kakarott, I love you too, but you have got to stop acting so strangely. Why did you break the window?"

Goku put two fingers to his lips and his grinned widened as he looked at Vegeta.

"Geta, can we have sex!?"

Vegeta stared at him. "No. Stop trying to act dumb so you don't have to answer my questions."

Goku just stared at him innocently and Vegeta decided this was getting nowhere really fast. "We will talk about this later." Goku only pouted as Vegeta picked up his shoe slipped it on and tied it. Then flung his jacket over his shoulder and smirked as he opened the door.

He walked out of his room staring and smirking at the blue haired onna as he put on his suit jacket. "Woman, what I do in my room is none of your damn business." She sighed and looked at him, deciding he was his regular bitchy self as she pressed her fingers against her compact twist on her head to make sure there were no hairs out of place. There wasn't. So she followed him down the stairs and into the kitchen.

She watched as he grabbed a glass and poured some juice in it and sipped on it slowly. He raised an eyebrow at her as he drank. Then set the glass down and wiped his mouth off with the tip of his fingers and his ring flashed in the light, catching Bulma's eye.

"How long were you two a couple?" She said unsurely, and regretting even asking the Prince such a question of his private life.

"Long enough."

It was her turn to raise and eyebrow, and she did.

"What does that mean?"

"A lot." He said turning his back to her.

"Do you miss him?"

She heard a low growl and took that as she should either shut up or run. She was going to do both when her son walked in the kitchen.

"Mom, Bra wants you. She said she can't find her shoe or something. I was only half listening…"

"Oh, ok." She walked over to Vegeta before leaving the kitchen and squeezed his shoulder. He didn't move. He was as hard as a knot of steel and her touch only tightened him more. She turned back and nodded at Trunks as she walked out of the room.

"Dad?" Vegeta could not believe that stupid woman had asked him such a stupid question. Does he miss him? He loved the man of course he missed him. He looked over his shoulder and back at his son.

"Are you going with us to the funeral, or are you gonna fly there?" He knew his son was attempting at some form of conversation with him, but did Trunks really think he was going to fly there, and in a suit? He turned around and faced the young purple haired teen.

"Hn." Was all he said and Trunks seemed slightly disappointed at the answer and the teen turned to walk out of the kitchen.

"Of course I am going with you…who else would drive?"

"Really?" His face lit up as if they were going to go to Disney world and not a funeral.

"Calm down boy."

Vegeta closed his eyes for a moment and gave in to a sigh that was trapped in his chest as he thought of his mate. Kakarott must have sensed it because he felt the man's warm breath on his neck, and he leaned into him.

He wanted those strong arms around him, he wanted to be held, he wanted this thing to be over with. He wanted his Kakarott.

"It will be fine Geta…" Kakarott soothed him and rubbed his back and ruffled his hair with his fingertips.

"I know."

"Uh…dad what are you doing?" Trunks asked as he looked at his father, who seemed to be leaning on thin air and talking to…himself. The saiyajin Prince began to blush and Kakarott chuckled in his ear, as Vegeta stood straight and crossed his arms trying to look intimidating, but failing.

Bulma and Bra walked into the kitchen saving him from having to make up a lie. The blue haired genius pushed her sleeve up and looked at her watch.

"Ok, it's one o' clock. We should really get going." She glanced at Vegeta who was wiping at his spotless pants.

"Daddy? Are you coming with us?" Bra looked at him and smiled .

Trunks jumped in front of them and almost cheered as he spoke.

"He is driving!"

Bulma tilted her head and smiled. "Oh he is…" She tossed him the keys and he caught them. "Then you will need those." He nodded and walked across the kitchen and out of the door, reaching the car before everyone else.

"Vegeta…"

"Yes Kakarott?"

"Why do we have to go with them?"

"Because they are my family." He said as he watched them walk through the front door and begin the short journey to the car.

"I just thought it would be us."

"Well it's not."

"But that's how I want it."

"Kakarott, not now. We are going to your funeral." Vegeta said slipping into the car.

"Fine."

Bulma, Trunks, and Bra joined Vegeta in the vehicle and he started the engine only waiting a moment before he drove off.