Don't own Dbz, shuuu

It's a bit angst-y today. But it works well. No bleeding and almost death.

YET?!

I like this chapter. It's taking more of a story like turn with less smut.

For now.

Enjoy and tell me what you think please

Ps. It's a bit longer than usual.

Vegeta landed softly on the floor. The idea that he'd be able to make it in less than an hour had proven impossible when the rain began again.

To avoid the downpour he had hidden in a cave. Feeling much like a wounded animal, his pride slightly battered, he eventually decided to brave the weather.

"Be a man!" He'd told himself, picking up his belongings from the floor. Putting on his back pack he rubbed his hands together, clapped them loudly and strode for the entrance to the cave with his chest pushed out.

Only, upon leaving his temporary shelter, the rain immediately ceased, he let out a loud sigh of relief and thanked his lucky stars. Night began to close in on the young prince who still felt slightly embarrassed at his distaste for rain and darkness. Knowing it would soon be dark Vegeta took to the sky once more, arriving at the Son residence an hour and a half later than he'd hoped.

Now he stood behind a tree, which was still dripping from the small storm earlier, feeling like an escaped convict.

The reason behind this strange behaviour was the fact that it was feeding time at the Son home. Hence the hiding. He'd heard a muffled voice exclaim how good the food was and lost the determination to confront Kakarot on the spot.

Vegeta wasn't hungry, mostly due to nerves. Besides, even if he was hungry enough to chew off his own leg he would much rather have done that than sit around a table with Kakarot and his woman.

"Does Kakarot have another kid besides…That older one?" He mused out loud, pouting slightly and raising one eyebrow.

"You mean Gohan, and no, I don't." A worn out voice stated simply.

Vegeta felt his face begin to burn; a small bead of sweat trickled its way down the back of his neck and disappeared into his jacket. He slowly turned the upper part of his body to face the direction the voice had come from.

Apparently this slow turn seemed to annoy the speaker, who grabbed Vegeta shoulder and spun the smaller saiyan around.

Vegeta instantly locked eyes with the person he'd travelled 4 and a half hours to meet. He wasn't ready for this, it was too soon.

Panic began to well up in his chest and spread to every part of his body, his legs gave way and everything began to swim before his eyes. The last thing he saw was Kakarot reaching out, a concerned expression on his face.

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"I don't understand what happened Chi-Chi, one minute he was fine, then he's sprawled on the floor. I suppose it must have been the journey." Vegeta heard heavy footsteps circle his body, he didn't open his eyes; just lay in the soft bed sheets, listening.

"Goku, he's your responsibility. He sure as hell didn't come here to see me, you take care of him, then when he's better ask what he wants and kick him out!" Chi-Chi's shrill voice drove through Vegetas brain like a hot metal rod.

He made a huge point of making her know she'd "disturbed him from his sleep". He clamped his hands to his ears and rolled over, whimpering in pain. This was, of course, an overly dramatic way of telling her to shut up and get out.

Chi-Chi neither wanted nor needed to stay. She'd shirked responsibility of caring for the young prince and passed it onto her husband. This, she told herself, was for the good of Gohan. She'd teach him whilst Goku was running around after Vegeta.

At least it kept him away from "training" Gohan. This way she could home school him in peace.

She turned on her heel, snorted from her nose and made a bee line for the door, slamming it behind her Vegeta thought of the old saying "out of sight, out of mind".

He felt Kakarot lower his body onto the end of the bed. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the deep, almost black depth of his eyes. He knew instantly the dim saiyan was thinking. Quickly, before he was seen awake, Vegeta closed his eyes and made a point of moving his hand from under the sheets, placing it near Kakarot's.

He waited with baited breath for Kakarot to show some form of emotion towards him. He had collapsed in front of him. Surely he'd feel some sort of connection beginning to forge, besides the one they had on the battle field.

"Vegeta?" Kakarot spoke out, little more than a whisper, his voice sounding deep and heavy in the small confines of the room. Vegeta, who was beginning to feel terribly guilty for worrying Kakarot, decided it was time to stir.

He twitched his fingers and moaned slightly, rubbing his face into the pillow which had been provided for him.

Kakarot smiled and stood up from the bed, making his way towards the door. Placing his fingers lightly on the handle he decided to turn around and check if the prince was running a fever.

Striding back over to the bed he fell softly to his knees, placing one hand on Vegeta's forehead to check his temperature. According to what his wife told him, his temperature had peaked a little.

Vegeta opened his eyes, slowly so as not to alarm Kakarot, he placed his own hand over the one which was rested on his head. Gazing intently at Kakarot, Vegeta unintentionally forced him to break out into a light sweat. A solitary bead traced its way down the left side of the tall saiyans face.

"Vegeta…What's this feeling I'm having?" The troubled saiyan asked. Confused and scared he took his hand away from Vegeta's head as gently as he could, trying not to harm his feelings.

Although he had no idea why that would bother him. All of a sudden he'd become very aware of how Vegeta was feeling. Not the exact emotion, but a lingering sensory after taste. Like grasping at smoke.

But to Vegeta it felt like Kakarot couldn't wait to stop touching him, as if he'd just realized he was contagious. A feeling settled in his stomach, like a large ball of lead had landed there and refused to shift.

Kakarot turned slowly, staring at his hand which had begun to glow a violent shade of yellow.

With his heart beating a little faster and a whole new sensation building up in his chest, he made his way to the window, ready to fly his way to a better place where things make sense.