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This chapter is mostly Vegeta thinking back on how his feelings began for Goku, don't worry, it's not boring

Slight humour in this chapter, Vegeta's attempt at lightening the mood.

It also contains the journey to confront Kakarot and how Vegeta is feeling about it.

Enjoy :3

After a quick cold shower Vegeta made his way towards the bed, he had already put out his clothes for the trip to Kakarot's house, changing from his tight blue suit to casual wear so as not to intimidate him on arrival, he would more than likely assume Vegeta was there for training.

It had been years since Vegeta had shown up at Kakarot's with the intention of a fight.

Vegeta smirked as he remembered one of his more successful sessions with Kakarot, where he literally had him on the floor begging Vegeta to stop, telling him he'd had enough. Looking back on it that was the first time Vegeta's feelings had begun to stir for the idiotic saiyan. It had been lust at the time though, not that Vegeta was complaining.

Standing over Kakarot had made more than his ego larger, realizing what beating him meant Vegeta would usually power down when he was close to victory and pretty much vanish, not wanting Kakarot to notice how much winning turned him on.

The Prince had never made Kakarot beg like that, curled up, all defenceless with his clothes in tatters around his almost naked body, deep scratches and large bruises welling up all over him. He'd done that, Vegeta the Prince of the Saiyan race had caused one of the strongest fighters he had ever met to plead for, well for what? His life?

Kakarot knew that Vegeta would never attempt to take his life after all they'd been through in the past. A mere training session wouldn't bring back the urge to seriously harm him.

Unless he got off on the idea of Vegeta hurting and dominating him.

Vegeta shivered, the thought that Kakarot wasn't teasing him at all but going along with his own feelings caused a wave of passion to slide through his body. He quickly began thinking of all the things that bored or disgusted him in the world. He didn't want to get himself into the same situation as earlier, taking another cold shower wasn't an option.

"Tables, cars, clouds, no, Kakarot used to ride a cloud, I wonder if I could ride Kakaro-- Oh boy, lamps, uhm, Chi-Chi, YES, CHI-CHI." He sighed deeply, almost with relief and began running his hands through his hair. Thinking about that evil little woman had replaced his earlier thoughts of Kakarot, the man she had enslaved and forced into being her husband, but now new feelings began to arise.

Anger being one, lots of anger, and resentment. He hated that woman, he wanted nothing more than to remove her from this world, and that was a polite way of putting it.

He stood up, taking the towel from around his waist and vigorously drying himself, starting with his feet and moving upwards, paying careful attention not to touch his manhood. He was dry within 10 minutes, his hair still dripping with cold water. He shook his head then took the towel and rubbed at it furiously.

"That'll do." He said out loud, smoothing his hair upwards with his hands. Living alone with only the occasional visit from a "Z-Squad" member had taught the solitary prince that talking to ones self was marginally healthy, as long as the habit didn't persist.

He took a rucksack from under his bed and strode over to his wardrobe, he figured 2 days worth of clean clothing would be enough. He didn't plan on letting Kakarot's woman touch his things, even if she was cleaning them.

Vegeta opened his rucksack and placed his clothes, none too gently, inside. Opening his underwear drawer he took 4 pairs of boxer shorts from inside and gently pushed it closed. Placing them with the other things he stood and checked his capsule container. One house was all he had left, he didn't use things twice if he could help it. He held it up to the light, fascinated as always by the size of his temporary accommodation.

Walking towards the window he noticed the sky had cleared up since earlier this afternoon, though the ground was wet. This meant nothing to Vegeta of course, flight was a skill of the Saiyan race and he planned to utilise his own speed and skill to arrive at the Son residence within the hour.

Usually it took him around three hours to get there, but he'd stop on the way and take in the scenery, maybe having a short nap as well. He had no idea how long it would take him if he charged right on through. He always became distracted.

15 minutes later Vegeta was stood outside the door of his home, breathing in the foggy city air. A light pounding in his heart signified his nerves, soon he would be with the man he had grown so attached to, yet pushed himself far away from.

He adjusted his backpack, took two running steps and pushed off from the ground, climbing into the evening sky.

Soon, Kakarot.

Soon.