Part 10- dreaming The prince cant help it but smile at the sweet tone in goku’s voice. The sound had rippled through like clear water, sending a small shiver up his spine. Goku had been glad to see him, and had told him that with the sweetist face Vegeta ever had seen. Perhaps today he would finally get his answer, had it all been a dream? He wanted to ask him if it was, but his own pride held him back. Thinking about what to say to the tall saiyan, he thought about this. It felt stupid. Why should he let his pride guide this time? It had been his pride that made him swallow those pills and cause so much pain to not only himself but to others as well. Like Goku. That face when he was put outside and Vegeta was told that he had to be in quarantine for months had struck him. It was then, that face, that made him believe that it hadnt been a dream, since the surprise and then grief was so obvious on Goku’s handsome face. His soul had cried out for him, wanting him to stay. He looked up again, seeing Goku walk over to him, his fine muscles showing through the wet shirt. ‘Really glad you are back.’ He says in a low, almost purring voice. Vegeta blushes slightly at that tone. Mentally correcting himself for acting like a schoolgirl, he tries to focus his mind again. This obsession is getting to heavy, if he cant even talk to him in a normal way, or act normally. Then Goku walks to his bathroom, brushing an arm against the damp chest of the prince. In passing by, Goku smells the heavy scent that is vegeta’s. He cant help it but close his eyes for a second, taking in the smell and storing it in his memory. He would always like that smell. Maybe it was something saiyan that he would be so affected by it, maybe just something primal. But he didnt care for it, just him, vegeta, right there at that moment. When he opened his eyes again, he noticed that Vegeta had frozen next to him, a small blush spread across the royal face. With a strange knot forming deep in his stomach, making him nervous and happy at the same time to the bone, he walked into his bathroom, grabbing two large and fluffy white towels. A naughty image crossed his mind and he had to fight the urge not to go through with that evil plan. Vegeta had been hurt so much, he probably shouldnt do anything or even try it. Heck, he didnt even know if the prince would like him? Sure, he had told him in the hospital, in his mind and he was standing here in his room, but what if vegeta was convinced that it had been a dream? And that he had just come by for a regular visit? Not because he liked Goku, but just as.. like his wife had put it, his duty as a friend? On the other hand.. Goku looked back. Vegeta was looking around, breathing deep. His stern face smoothed a bit as he walked passed a bundle of clothes, draped over a small chair. He picked up the yellow fabric, an old shirt of Goku’s, and rubbed it between his fingers. Goku almost dropped the towels, staring at the prince. The aristocratic face was enchanting, sweet and dreamy. He had never seen vegeta looks so happy. He didnt know if it was happiness he never saw that expression clearly on his face. He was almost like a child, seeing a toy it loved very much. It made Goku speechless. This creature.. It was capable of so causing so much pain and now of so much tenderness. The prince was truly remarkable, fascinating. Vegeta must have felt the dark eyes burn his skin, for he dropped the yellow shirt immediately and looked away. His heart still warm by sweet event, Goku walked over to the ouji and laid the warm, soft towel over the strong shoulders. Questioning vegeta turned around and looked into the onyx eyes of the younger saiyan. ‘Its cold outside, i dont want you to end up in the hospital again.’ ‘I’m a saiyan, i dont end up in the hospital just because of a mere cold!’ ‘But you did get into the hospital for a few, pointless and worthless pills right?’ Right after goku said that, he could have slapped himself in the face for being such an idiot. How could he have said such a thing? It wasnt vegeta fault he did that. It made him especially feel bad after he heard vegeta utter a deep, pained sigh. He said nothing. Goku moved over to the prince and hugged him from behind, his head resting against Vegeta, wrapping his arms around the small man. ‘I’m sorry vegeta.. I shouldnt have said that.’ ‘It doesnt matter.’ ‘It does.. I’m sorry.’ ‘It doesnt matter, leave the subject alone.’ ‘Sorry i ever brought it up.’ Goku sighed, feeling how the prince had tensed. ‘Come.’ He let go of vegeta and pushed him to the small couch in front of an oppen fireplace. Sending a beam of energy to it, the logs flamed up, spreading a delicious heat through the wooden cabin. Vegeta shivered and curled up in the corner, staring into the flames. ‘I’ve been such an ass, sorry for me being so rude and not giving you a proper welcome. Would you like something to drink?’ Vegeta looked up, frowing. Since when had the baka manners? ‘What?’ ‘Well, I’ve got coffee, tea, some juices and off course something to eat,’ he said digging in the huge fridge hidden behind a door that seemed to merge with the wall. ‘so you tell me what you want and you’ll get it.’ Vegeta smirked at that sentence. Nah, no way he would ask that and that Kakarot would actually do it. ‘Just some tea will be fine.’ ‘Tea coming up!’ The prince hid his mouth and nose in the towel and wrapped himself in it. Nice and warm.. Coming here to Goku had felt like coming home. He looked at the large saiyan, preparing hot water and fumbling through the cupboards for two cups. As if nothing happened. As if they had been together in that house for decades. As if it would go on like this, growing old together and die on an autumn day. It felt as if his world came to a complete stop there. And there would only be this feeling and this destiny, together. Vegeta smiled, a tiny tear escaping his eye. That was all he wanted. All he would ever live for. Feeling slightly odd because of this dream, he dozed off in a warm sleep, falling in a thousand soft feathers. Goku turned around with two cups of tea, holding them by the farthest end of their handles, their heat being to much for his cold fingers. There he saw vegeta, sleeping on the couch, wrapped up in a big fluffy white towel like a white teddybear. His dreams must be pleasant, goku thought. A small sweet smile was on his lips, making his face look like that of an angel. He walked over to the sleeping prince and put the cups down on the low table in front of him. Kneeling in front of vegeta, he studied his handsome face, sculpted by battle. His right hand snaked out to touch the bronze skin. He held back for a moment as vegeta flinched in his dream, giving a low purr. Goku retracted his hand in amazement, the small sound tightening the knot low in his belly. It almost drove him crazy. He never thought vegeta would have such an effect on him. He moaned lightly as vegeta purred again, making his hair stand on end. If he touched him now, he wouldnt be able to stop anymore. Goku looked through the window outside. The moon was lighting the clouds from behind, making the landscape glow in a silvery hue. It must be late. He cooled himself down a bit, promising he wouldnt try anything. Yet. Sliding his arms underneath his legs and back, he lifted the prince up and walked off to the bedroom. Laying him down on the bed, he slowly pulled the towel of the prince. For a moment he thought about pulling the clothes from the small man as well, as he probably didnt like to sleep with his clothes on. But upon seeing him sleep so peacefully, he figured it would be better to let him sleep. Touching him would only wake him, and that was the last thing he would want to do. He got rid of his own clothing except for his boxers and slid beneath the blankets. He shivered when he felt the warmth already radiating from the ouji. Pulling the blankets over his shoulders, he looked at the man sleeping next to him. Vegeta was going to kill him when he woke up next morning, he thought grinning. He leaned forward to sniff the air around vegeta once more. Again, it send shivers up and down his spine, making his soul beg for more. Holding himself back, he just gave a small kiss on the forehead. He knew that this small movement, the touch of his warm skin would send him rocket-speed to a night filled with dreams. Back