Saiyan Jabs

Author: Edward Tudor

Rating: K+ to M

Warnings: Yaoi, homosexuality, m-preg, AU, crossdressing, etc, etc; you HAVE been warned

Summary: Quick one-shot stories randomly written prompted by one word. Goku/Vegeta only (seme/uke)

Wings

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The temple of Feng, home to the Wind God, sat quite precariously on the top of a cliff on an isolated isle from the rest of the islands in the Mediterranean. No one was allowed to set foot onto the isle, let alone inside the temple for no one was allowed to see the Wind God, Goku, in his splendour. The only people who were allowed were those who were made guardians and priests to Goku. They were the one who received requests, by bird, from the main lands and brought them to Goku.

In all his years as a Wind God, Goku had had many priests serve him at Feng and their personalities had ranged from the giddy and utterly delighted to the shy but willing and eager. He would always try and talk to them as an equal, but most times it never worked. The only difference between him and them, as he saw it, was that his body was that of a sculpted God with giant white wings and they were…well, wingless and normally built. None of his previous priests ever looked past his wings.

Until Vegeta.

Vegeta was his current priest and quite a firecracker! He was very different from all the other priests that Goku had had in his service. For starters, Vegeta hated him! On their very first meeting, as soon as the boy was left by the chiefs of the Mediterranean, Goku had flown down and introduced himself.

And got a face-ful of holy tablet for it!

Vegeta, only six at the time, kept screaming at him that he hated him, that he didn't want to become a keeper at Feng, that he hated him (that came up a lot) and that it was 'all his fault'. Goku knew he could have always held the boy down, but with such harsh words being screamed with tears streaming down his face, well…Goku let him hit him.

For four years, Vegeta had staunchly done his duty and no more. Goku had never had that happen to him. Many of his previous servants were all too happy to know that he wanted to get to know them on a more personal level. Vegeta rudely brushed him off. It hurt more than he would have liked to admit, especially when Vegeta was a very interesting person.

For two years after, though, to Goku's greatest hope, Vegeta toned down a lot. At first, he still glared at Goku as though he was Frieza of the Northern Tundra Temples, but it seemed to be laced with a certain curiosity. Goku often would have liked to ask what he was thinking of, but never dared for fear that the boy would give him a tongue lashing. Then, slowly, as the years passed, the anger and hatred melted away and Vegeta became a lot more complacent.

He had no idea what happened, but to Goku's relief the hatred was over. He never liked anyone being angry with him, especially someone like Vegeta. He chatted to him now and again, but still kept his distance. It still hurt Goku, but he respected the young man and his actions mainly because, for the fist time since he could remember, Goku had strong affections for him.

Oh, certainly, he held affections for all his priests, but Vegeta was very special to him. Every other one of his servants willingly agreed with him because he was the Wind God. But Vegeta…

Vegeta would give him a thorough scolding if he thought Goku wasn't doing what he should. He would often also correct Goku's speech and any piece of information he had wrong. He was a very intelligent young man, and a beauty, too. Goku couldn't honestly say he was in love with him, but he thought if there was any one person in the entire world he would save should the time call for it, it would definitely be Vegeta.

Of course, Goku always wondered why Vegeta hated him before and just what he had done to earn such ire. Wings slumping on his shoulders, Goku decided to ask him. He may end up losing what little friendship he had, but so long as kept wondering without answers there was no chance of him ever fixing whatever he had done wrong.

"Vegeta?" he asked, drifting silently into the lobby. No doubt the sixteen year old was busy with his priestly chores. "Hey, Vegeta?" He flew out the lobby and to the outside. There, sitting on a rock that overlooked the ocean, was his priest.

Goku couldn't help but admire him. He was well built and looked utterly beautiful in nothing but a simple white robe with the seagulls flocking around him. They screamed around him, seeking his attention while he patted one lucky gulls head. The bird looked like it was in heaven. They even screamed at Goku to ward him off as he flew and landed on the little rock.

"Man," he whined as the gulls went to surround Vegeta. "You should have been the Wind God considering how these birds love you…"

"They just love me because I feed them," he grinned. He shooed the one gull away and allowed another to take its place. "Is there something you need, Goku?"

"Umm…not really. I just wanted to see where you were," he admitted. "Was getting kinda lonely inside."

"Oh." He looked out at the sea. "There haven't been many requests from any of the islands, or even the mainland's. Though it's close to fishing season, so I'm sure we'll be getting plenty of gifts soon enough."

"Yeah," he smiled.

He shifted anxiously on the rock. The gulls had stopped screaming at each other, rather opting to watch him with their beady little eyes in case he was planning to steal their human.

"What are you thinking of, Goku?" Vegeta sighed.

"Umm…nothing."

"You're lying. You know I know when you're lying," he turned and cocked a brow. "You're not very good at it." Goku mumbled under his breath, turning quite red.

"I…it's just…" he shuffled nervously, knowing that his bashfulness annoyed Vegeta but quite unable to help it. "I don't want you to get cross for me asking."

"I won't get cross."

"Yes, you will."

"No, I won't."

"You will."

"I won't."

"You will."

"I won't."

"You will."

"I won't!"

"You wi…"

"Oh, for Dende's Sake, tell me!" Goku flinched while the gulls looked on eagerly. None of them had jumped. Smarmy bastards, he thought.

"It's…well," he swallowed hard. "I…wanted to know…why were you so angry when you first came to Feng?"

Vegeta froze for a second before resuming his petting. His shoulders were tense and he was silent. For a moment, Goku feared he angered his pretty priest and his wings started puffing up in his agitation.

"It's not important," he said, finally, with a sigh. "It was a long time ago. I don't remember why." Goku was now cross.

"Yeah, you do," he said

"No, I don't."

"You do."

"I don't."

"You do!"

"I do…"

"Yes, you do! I can see it in your eyes!" he huffed. "I may not be that smart, but I've known you long enough!"

Vegeta sighed, roughly dragging his hand through his gravity defying locks. Not for the first time, Goku wondered if maybe he wasn't the son of a God and human before turning his attention back to the young man.

"Are you sure you want to hear this?"

"I asked, didn't I?"

"Yes, but for a God you've got very thin skin," he huffed. "And you cower whenever I say you've done something wrong. It's not very God-like."

"Yeah, I know. But I care what you think. I don't like making you unhappy or cross." Vegeta mumbled under his breath, no doubt about what a strange God he was.

"Alright, fine. But don't say I didn't warn you!" Goku nodded eagerly, sitting down with the tips of his wings trailing over the rock.

"Before I was a chosen to be the new priest of Feng," he began. "I lived with my father on Sicily. My father was the best merchant in all the Mediterranean and I wanted to be just like him. Because of that, we had many enemies who wanted my father dead simply because they could not put him out of business. But my father was tough; no assassin or pirate could take him down. He was my hero, and still is.

"And yet," he paused, biting his lips as he paused in both story and petting. The seagull in his lap crooned softly, almost encouragingly. "One evening, a harsh storm hit our island while my father was on his way home. The wind ripped the sails off the ship and did some heavy damage. My father made sure everyone else got off the ship but because he was the captain, he went down with it.

"I was alone, and I blamed you."

Goku's breath hitched in his throat.

"I was orphaned with no way to pay for all the bills that had suddenly appeared after my father's death. I never even had time to give him a proper farewell before I was sold to a lord.

"I only stayed there for a while, because as soon as news of the death of the previous priest of Feng reached them, they were out looking for a new priest. I, apparently, fit the bill better than those who were trained for this sort of thing. I was young, I could read and write and my master said I was very intelligent. So I was chosen, went for the ritual and then got sent here.

"At the time, I still hated you because I was so sure you had sent that storm to fell my father. That you had gotten a request from some other merchant, begging to put my father in his place and you did it. I hated you, I hated what you did and I hated being alone on this stupid rock with just you of all people for company!

"But then, as the years went by, I noticed that you didn't do that sort of thing. You're not malicious in any sense or form and any requests to start storms that didn't lead to bringing rain to crops were instantly rejected.

"I still hated you for a while, but I slowly got over it. I figured that you probably had nothing to do with that storm and that it was just a force of nature and misfortune on my father's part. And after realising that you were a next to useless God who quailed every single time I scolded you for not washing, leaving your dirty dishes on the altar and tracking in mud after every shower, I knew that it wasn't your fault.

"I never said anything, though because, well…let live and live, I suppose. You never knew why I hated you so I didn't think I owed you and explanation, especially when it came to light that you did nothing wrong.

"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner, but I just thought it would be best to act as though none of it ever happened."

Vegeta turned and came face to face with a Wind God who was sobbing his eyes out.

"Go…Goku? Why are…"

"I'M SORRY!" he wailed, making the winds blow with incredible force.

"Goku!" he yelped.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he sobbed, tears streaming down his face. Now he knew why Vegeta wanted to beat him to death with the holy stone tablet. Now he knew why he had been crying while he screamed that he hated him. It really was his fault!

"Goku, please! You're going to blow me into the sea!"

He stopped in his crying as he saw what his emotions had done. All the seagulls had taken to the air; screaming cusses at him for disturbing their quiet time. Vegeta was clinging to the rock; buffeted by the strong winds that were forcing him towards the ocean.

Giving a surprised cry, Goku stopped the winds and pulled Vegeta to him, wrapping him up in his wings. Now he felt even worse.

"I'm…I'm sorry, 'Geta…"

"Idiot," the young man growled. "I told you that you may not want to hear it!"

"I know," he sniffled. "I really am a useless God, huh?"

"No, Goku, you're not." Vegeta sighed as he hugged him back. "You're silly, and you do strange things and you're incredibly forgetful, but you always do the right thing when you're asked to." Goku gave him a watery smile as he smiled encouragingly up at him. "That…and you cower under your wings whenever I yell at you!"

"Heh, but that's because Vegeta's quite the force of nature on his own," he chuckled. "I can see why you weren't blessed with great powers; you would have beaten anyone who made you cross! And there's a lot of them!"

Vegeta huffed, but allowed Goku to hold him tighter as he laughed. For Goku, he still felt terrible that all those bad things happened to Vegeta and he hadn't done anything to make it any better, but that was okay. For now that he knew, he promised himself that he was going to make it up to him. Vegeta was right, he was a God and he was going to do his duty.

Starting off, he thought as he wrapped his wings tighter around his priest. With the young man who held his affection when no else before could.