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Chapter 6:

There was a small family reunion in the Oujis' home, it was the same thing every time his father organized his 'parties' which were rather dull, Vegeta was feed up with his nosey cousins and stuck-up aunts and uncles, the same conversation took place, money and social standing, over and over again, Vegeta was so tired of those things, as a kid he thought nothing else was important but his family circles, everything changed when he decided to go to a school were all types of people went in and out, he thought the outdoors dashing and full of promise for his future, he wanted something more, though he was amazed that his father didn't take away his respective birthright, but therefore his father and sister looked at him in a different light, he put no interested in it either. Soon he was filled with enthusiasm as he watched the man he loved and his family step through the large door and onto the wide and fancy living room. Everyone seemed to admire Kakarot's handsome features.

Gohan looked up at the chandelier that hung from the wall, it was huge and beautiful, he smiled at his reflection on the golden colored floor, his green eyes caught the figure of Vegeta who was standing on the steps of the spiral stairs, he smiled at the other refection before looking up and meeting with Vegeta's eyes, hello beautiful, he thought, he winked at Vegeta, making the boy blush an turn his back at him.

"What's wrong with that boy?" Vegeta asked himself as he leaned on the wooden sill of the stairs.

My nightmare has become reality! Kakarot swallowed hard as he looked at the many faces of the large Ouji family, different eye color, different shape of lips, different height and weight, skin color and hair shapes, he gulped they were different but they all seemed to have a strong personality and a glint in their eyes that meant that they wanted to fuck his brains out or something, was he still on time to run away like a frightened child?

No, Kakarot, don't be…immature, damn you Gohan, he looked down at Chichi, she smiled sweetly, though that didn't help him a bit, he was afraid that all the Oujis would jump him, his green eyes caught Vegeta at the stairs, the boy smiled down at him and gave him nod in greetings, Kakarot felt the heat rise in his face, he watched his brother make his way to the young Ouji, Gohan smiled at the boy and passed his fingers through Vegeta's hair, stop it, Kakarot clinched his fists, Gohan leaned forward and whispered something in the boy's ear, he saw Vegeta blush, then his brother kissed Vegeta's cheek, stop it, don't touch him! Kakarot grit his teeth, stop it! Don't let him touch-!

Shit, Kakarot rubbed his forehead in frustration.

Though the party continued, not all Oujis loved or liked their Chichi's fiancé; they thought him unworthy to be with an Ouji, since they heard he had no favorable social status, surrounded by old books and a mediocre pay, what fortune was that? They thought, but to others he was gorgeous. One of Chichi's cousins, a woman of a respectful age by the name of Elizabeth, approached her cousin's fiancé, a glass of wine in one of her dainty hand.

"May I say you look rather blue this evening, Mr. Son" She talked with a strong tone

Kakarot looked at her, she was tall and had strong features, though she wasn't beautiful, he admired her strong love to hate him, he knew that she hated him, and she was well match up, he too disliked her, for being so nosey. She had always been catty, rather than friendly to him.

"It must be that I'm over at a corner, madam."

"Are you enjoying the music?"

"I don't want to sound rude, Miss Ouji, but I know you want me to say 'yes' so you criticize my taste in music."

"I cannot forget the arrogance of others as quickly as I should, I must warn you, Sir, you're not giving a good impression, my good opinion about you is lost forever."

Kakarot looked at her again "that is your blame." He said in a very hostile tone

"How rude! If it were up to me you would never marry Chichi, who are you in this house? Who are your family relatives?"

Are you trying to intimidate me? Kakarot frowned deeper

"Whoever I am, that does not have to worry you."

"Let us hope your children don't inherit your sin of pride."

"Nobody is perfect, there is in everyone some particular character flaw." He tried to calm himself

"If so, I'd say your particular defect is your conceit."

"And yours is to misunderstand and have a desire to hate the one who will never be superior than you, socially but happiness I have in my favor, you do know what happiness is, Miss Ouji?"

Beyond offended she turned away with a sneer. Kakarot sighed, thank God she is gone, I swear I would have said something more awful, he thought as he looked at the elegant looking family of his fiancée, the woman was right, he didn't belong with them? But who did? Who is good enough for them? He didn't care, he was happy to have pushed her away with his harsh words, they were true, he didn't mean to be rude, but he was tired of being criticized by everyone.

"You were fascinating, Kakarot." A voice said

Kakarot looked down and found Vegeta, the boy was smiling up at him, what did he mean with fascinating, did he see and hear what he said to the woman?

"What are you talking about?"

"Your manners with cousin Eliza, I swear you are the first person who ever spoke to her like that! He laughed

"If I acted so rudely towards her, shouldn't you be angry?"

"Angry? Ha, my ass, she's just a middle-aged spinster, she's always offending people, but tonight you've wounded her pride!"

Kakarot couldn't resist a smile, and Vegeta was thrilled to be the one who caused it.

Vegeta stared at the boy who was seated in front of him, he believed 'Trunks' was his name; the boy had asked him on a…date? Saying tons of embarrassing things to him, Trunks smiled at him, they were in a family restaurant, Trunks had said something very interesting the day of Goten's birthday party, something about a strong connection, a faithful friendship.

"Can I ask you something, Trunks?"

"Yeah, pigeon."

"…Don't call me that."

"Sure."

"You said in the party the other day that you were Gohan's best friend."

"Yep." He smiled

"That means that are well informed about their life, am I correct?"

"Nailed it."

"Oh."

"Why you ask, pigeon?"

Don't call me pigeon, idiot, Vegeta rolled his eyes.

"I want to know the reason of why Kakarot is so cold."

Trunks went pale "…I can't tell you that."

"Please, I need to know!"

"Why?"

Vegeta looked into Trunks' blue eyes and looked at the glass of juice "I…"

"I see."

"Please."

"Dammit…fine, but you have to promise me that you won't tell a soul."

"I promise."

Trunks looked into Vegeta's eyes, he carefully searched in his black eyes, could he trust Vegeta? he looked into his eyes some more, he closed his own eyes and shook his head, he hoped Vegeta would hold the information in utter secrecy, he barely knew the boy and he was now telling him things he shouldn't, he had invited Vegeta on a date to know more of him, but apparently, Kakarot was the main topic on their so called date, this is disappointing, he ran a hand through his lavender hair.

"Goku has his reasons to be who he is, but there are two main things…" he gestured Vegeta to get close, the boy blinked confused and leaned forward, thinking he would hear something awful. His eyes grew wide as plates, Trunks had his lips pressed against his! He pushed him away and wiped his mouth furiously with a dark red face.

"Don't do that!"

Trunks chuckled "I couldn't help it, sorry…as I was saying, there are two very important reason of his coldness. Goku had a tough childhood, that's what I heard from Gohan, Goku was found at the door of an orphanage, crying with a new born in his arms, Gohan, apparently their parents left them there. Goku quickly fell in love with the woman who owned the place, he loved her like if she was his mother, Gohan was always easy on the situation, then after a time they met their foster parents, they were captivated by the Son brothers, Goku loved them immediately, Gohan was delighted to have them, though I always thought Goku was strange, he was the weird kid in the hood, know what I mean?"

Vegeta shook his head "I don't understand, sorry."

"He wasn't those types of kids that played soccer on the streets or escaped to go to the arcade, Gohan and the rest of us boys in the hood did all that shit, but Goku preferred to stay home, when I went to his house to play with Gohan, he was always out, sitting in the middle of the yard or on the porch, reading a book…now that I think of it, he always had a book in his hand, he was always reading old books, some even yellowed with age…Gohan said he was always the teachers' favorite, the pet. Oh, but when he met Jasmine, he turned inside out!"

"Inside out?" Vegeta tilt his head to the side.

"Yeah, they were always talking on the phone, he wore a smile every day, everything they did they did together, I swear that I have never seen people so in love with each other like them-"

"Then what happened to them? Where's that love they had? Shouldn't they be together because of Goten? I've never seen her around."

Trunks smiled, he sensed Vegeta's jealousy, poor kid, he frowned a little.

"I was getting to that. Goku and Jasmine, gosh they were love sick, I can still remember the day they went to my house to invite us to their wedding, Goku had a stupid grin on his face…" Trunks went silent

"Are you alright?"

"Yep, a few months after he got married, his foster parents died in a car accident, Gohan and Goku were lucky to have had Jasmine, she helped them move on little by little. Just imagine it, Goku lost his parents, and he still was the best in his class despite the pain and the two jobs he had to keep the roof under his small family, then Jasmine gave him a child, Goten…"

"What happened?" he placed his hand over Trunks', encouraging him.

"She gave birth to Goten and then five days later, we were dressed in black."

"…" he was astonished

"Goku was destroyed, I never thought I would see him like that day, he was left in insanity, drunk every day, building a wall between him and reality, but he moved on for his son and brother, he went to college and graduated as the number one in all his classes, that brought him to an English teacher, it didn't impress me, he's always been very smart, but you know, above being cold and reserved, he's a good man, people judge him, saying he is proud or rude or whatever, but the ones who were lucky to see his good side, keep seeing it, you just fall in love with his person."

"…" Vegeta blushed

"Every month, when he gets his pay check, he donates half his money to the orphanage he was raised, from time to time they visit their foster parents' place. But every year on the same date, Goku visits Jasmine's grave."

"…Please forgive me." Vegeta was looking down at his lap, hiding under his bangs

"For what?"

"I made you say such terrible things."

"Don't worry about it, those who were nothing, us, me, who was nothing but a friend got over it, of course, Gohan moved on, Jasmine's family moved on…Goku can't seem to do it, but I know that somewhere, there is a creature, someone who follows him like a love sick pup, that will help him let go."

"You think so, Trunks?" his eyes were filled with hope.

"I have faith."

Trunks sighed, he looked out the window for a while, the sun was beginning to hide behind the buildings, so seeing that they had nothing to do there anymore, he made the waitress a sign for the check, Vegeta reached out for the paper but Trunks beat him to it, the guy with blue eyes pulled out his wallet and paid the bill.

"You shouldn't-"

"I invited you didn't I?"

"Yes but…" he trailed off.

"Let's get out of here."

"Thank you, Trunks." Vegeta said once they reached the restaurant's door

Trunks opened it up, letting Vegeta out first "don't mention it."

What? Vegeta lip trembled, why am I getting so overwhelmed!? He held back his tears, those awful things happened to Kakarot? He went over the fresh information, he loved Jasmine, and the girl loved him with the same force, but life took her away from him, he felt so guilty, he remembered when he blindfolded his teacher in the class room, Kakarot had made love to him but not because he wanted to, but because he had Jasmine on his mind, how stupid to try to make him forget her, his first love.

"Kakarot…I'm sorry." He whispered.

Trunks who was walking in front of him, looked over his shoulder and spun around, he cupped Vegeta's chin, forcing the boy to look into his eyes, Trunks smiled and shook his head.

"Hey, cheer up, will ya?"

"Yes, I'm sorry."

"And stop apologizing for everything."

"I'm-" Vegeta blushed

Trunks said nothing, instead he laughed and kept on walking, Vegeta was left behind, did he accept my rejection? That was fast, he smiled at Trunks' back, he understood that I love Kakarot, he sighed, poor Kakarot, he suffered so much, I wonder if I could ever make him let go of her, I don't want to push him, Vegeta ran a hand through his hair.

"You coming or what, kid?" Trunks called

"Huh?...oh, yes, I'm sorry."

Trunks laughed again, Vegeta ran up to catch up, he nearly fell back when Trunks leaned forth and kissed him full on the lips.

"I told you not to do that!"

"You dropped your guard, pigeon!" the guy laughed

Bastard, Vegeta sneered.

Oh my gosh! Vegeta couldn't believe his eyes, I passed! I passed! He looked at his Spanish exam, it had the number eighty five on it, there was a note at the bottom of the paper:

Buen trabajo! (Good job!)

The woman actually wrote that! He was so happy, he cared of nothing else, he ran out to the school grounds and called out to the guy who helped him, the guy was with his other Hispanic friends, the brown skinned boy was wrapped in a hug, he blushed and laughed nervously.

"Ah, Vegeta?"

"Thank you, Jose!"

"You're welcome, I told you Spanish wasn't that hard." He ruffled Vegeta's hair

"I wouldn't have done it without you."

Jose shrugged, he stretched out his hand, taking the exam from Vegeta's hand, he smiled when he saw the score, Vegeta smiled at his Hispanic friend, he seriously couldn't have done it without him, but he did feel guilty for not telling his teacher that he had accepted someone else's help, he said his thanks and his goodbye to his friend before rushing off to look for his teacher, he looked in the English room, he was there, teaching another class, the man looked towards the door and raised an eyebrow.

"Can I help you Mr. Ouji?" Kakarot said and everyone looked at him

"Ahhh…are you busy Mr. Son?"

"I'm teaching." He crossed his arms

Everyone laughed but with a simple 'shh' they hushed, Vegeta blushed, obviously, he said to himself, he looked at the man again, growing a little nervous when the man said 'come here' with his finger, swallowing hard, Vegeta looked at the class and walked towards the man.

"Mr. Son?" He whispered

"What do you want?" He whispered back

"I, ah, wanted to, um, show you my Spanish exam."

"…" He stretched his hand, Vegeta nervously gave it to him.

Everyone seemed to hold their breaths, the man ran his green eyes quickly on the paper.

"Mr. Son?"

Vegeta's eyes went wide when the man rested his hand on his head, he looked up at the man who wore his usual frown, believe it or not, the other students were amazed and jealous.

"Good job." He said

"Thanks."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah…till tomorrow, Sir."

Kakarot gave him a nod.

Ah, Friday, everyone loves Fridays, no school, no teachers, you could go to the beach, the skate park, the mall, or just spend your time with your family, everyone was happy that the exams were done, others cried because they failed, while others got the best grade, their worries flew away when the bell for lunch rang, they happily made their way to the cafeteria, the sounds of teenagers rang in the entire room, laughter and cries. The teachers were reunited at their special table, off-limits for students, and chatted, Kakarot the 'weird' teacher, as his colleague called, had no interest in their conversations, he sat at the very edge of the table, with a mug of coffee and an ancient book, he was so focused in his reading that he didn't listen to the teachers', he was the main topic, they were critiquing him, flapping their lips about him. Vegeta heard their yapping and felt angry.

Immature teachers, he thought darkly, he would prove them wrong, he got up from his place and walked towards the teacher's table. The teachers looked at him, the watched him get closer.

"Can we help you, youngster?"

"I was just going to Mr. Son" he smiled and moved on

"What is he going to say? 'Thank you for filling the classroom with dust'?" they laughed

The teachers looked at the boy who stood by the man's side, the man looked up from his book when he was tapped on the shoulder.

"Mr. Ouji?"

Vegeta smiled "I wanted to let you know Mr. Son, that you gave a wonderful class today, I'm looking forward to your next one." He said aloud

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

"We all have a high regard for you, Sir."

"…Thank you."

"In my personal opinion, you are the greatest professor there is in this school."

"…" Kakarot raised an eyebrow, Vegeta smiled, turned around and went back to his seat, Kakarot frowned at Vegeta back and went back to reading.

The teachers were left with their mouths open.

Vegeta and Kakarot were left alone in the classroom, the man simply stared at his student with an angry expression, Vegeta tapped his fingers nervously on his desk, he looked at his teacher with a flushed face, then he looked at the clock, it has been two hours now, they rang the bell two hours ago, everyone was out, in their home, dressing up to go trick or treating, or getting ready to go to a Halloween party, Kakarot knew he had to get home, get Goten ready for today's trick or treating, but instead he was looking angrily at his student.

"Kakarot?"

"Say that thing you always say to me…"

"What?"

"Say that disturbing word."

"Ah…"

"Say that you love me."

"…" his eyes grew wide

"Say it." He got up and leaned on his desk

"Kakarot, why would I say it again if you won't believe me."

"Just say it."

Vegeta got up from his desk and slowly walked towards his teacher, Kakarot felt his heart in his throat, that feeling was there again.

"I love you Kakarot."

"Alright, then explain to me, what kind of love do you show me?"

"Huh?"

"You say you love me, but the next moment you run off kissing my brother and my brother's best friend."

You saw us!? Vegeta went pale.

"Are you jealous?" he dared asked

"No." he leaned forward

"Then why does it affect you so?"

"I want you to stop acting immature, stop playing with people, if you say 'I love you' to a person, stay with that person, don't go off hurting their feelings…"

"Did I hurt your feelings Mr. Son?"

What!? He didn't realize what he said, it was too late to take back everything he said, how stupid of him for opening his mouth, he spoke out of…jealousy. He sighed, he confessed to himself, yes, he was jealous. He looked to the side.

"You can leave, Vegeta."

"Look at me, Kakarot." He gently cupped the man's face, smiling faintly when Kakarot let him turn his face

"You should go. I have to take Goten out."

"I'm sorry…I never meant to hurt you."

"I wasn't talking about me."

"Oh? You're the only one I say 'I love you' to."

"I…what I meant to say…you, I…" his heart went crazy when Vegeta wrapped his arms around his neck, he felt his student's body pressing against his, his heart was going to explode in any second!

"Kakarot." Vegeta purred in his teacher's ear

Kakarot looked at the young face, he moved his lips in rhythm with Vegeta's, he didn't notice when his arms snaked around his student's waist.

Kakarot was left in darkness, he could see nothing, his fingertips gently traced a smooth skin, his nose inhaled the scent of the person, his lips savored the taste of the person's mouth, his ears listened to the person's breathing, he was drunken in pleasure, making love to the body he marked as his, he needed more, he pressed his chest against the person's back, shivering at the skin contact, he could hear the person's soft sobs, Kakarot leaned down and kissed a smooth shoulder.

Vegeta squeezed his shirt tightly, tears ran down his face as he tried his best to not cry out his pleasure, he opened his mouth in a silent moan, Kakarot kissed his shoulder again, and he smiled, he began to feel guilty, he blindfolded his teacher again, it wasn't fair for him.

Kakarot I can't, he cursed when a moan escaped his mouth, he thought his teacher would stop but instead he left all the soft and sweet aside and roughly took a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back, Vegeta's eyes went wide, Kakarot's thrusts were rough, that only made it worse, because Vegeta could no longer keep his mouth shut, he screamed, moaned, groaned, whined, cried, the only thing he could do now, was hold tightly onto Kakarot's neck and enjoy the ride.

Kakarot was locked in his room, his floor was covered in pictures, what am I doing? His tears ran down his face, something is changing in me, every time he kisses me…every time I'm close to him, my heart it…am I…falling in love with Vegeta? No, I can't…I would never forgive myself if I did.

"You have to move on, Goku…you're still very young" her father said.

"People who die don't ever come back…" her mother said with tears in her eyes.

I'm sorry, I made you say something so awful, Kakarot looked out at the rainy day, his tears filled his eyes, making his vision blurry, he let his tears fall, he let them surf down to his neck, will this wound ever heal, Jasmine? He cried.

Would trying to forget be the same as betraying you? If I tried to forget you, would I live happily? He heard his brother's muffled voice but ignored it. I would have preferred your hatred instead of your love Vegeta Ouji.

"Why did you have to leave me, Jasmine?" he said to the air

"Goku, I want you to be happy…" Jasmine smiled

How could I ever be happy? If life stole something very important for me, could I ever have a happy life? He remembered her smile, can I move on? Without you, could I move on?

Is there a limit for love? I once asked myself, is there? He ran a hand through his hair, how many times can a heart be broken?

He pushed himself off the floor and walked towards the window, he stared at the rain, he felt grey like the sky, how can a person move on so easily? He envied the others, the people who lose a loved one move on, why couldn't he? Could it be because, when they buried Jasmine, she took his heart in her hands?

But, when someone, whoever, touches him, he feels nothing, but when it's even the slightest brush from Vegeta's hand, it makes him feel weird, his heart beat is faster than usual, he sweats a lot, and for some odd reason, he feels a tingling sensation in his lower stomach.

Was he falling for Vegeta? he shook his head, he couldn't, he's never loved anyone else, he has dated other people, none of them got him to feel something for them, maybe he only cared for Vegeta, but then how could he explain the feeling of jealousy?

Jasmine…I need you so much. He looked at her photograph.

Poor Kakarot...