Goku woke at a sound of a gracieus flute. He looked outside window, the sky was still dark en crisp of the cold air. The music was still playing and it sounded sad and dark in his ears. He looked behind him and saw chi-chi still sleeping. The sound was so delicate and faint that only saiyan ears could hear it probably. He felt strangely affected by the sound and felt an incredible urge to go out and search where it came from. Chi-chi would kill him if she found out he wold sneak away. But she couldn’t hear the music and probably wouldn’t move or wake up anyway after what they had done that evening.
Goku sneaked out the window, stepping on the crisp, slightly frozen grass. Winter time, how he loved it. Summer was good too, but the fresh and pure air, the white haze over the hills and the feeling you got when you hurled yourself against someone by the fire was overwhelmingly good. The stars were unusually bright this night or was it just him staring, getting adjusted to the night sky. He inhaled deeply, thinking about what he should do. Should he go the music and find out what was happening or should he go to the saiyan prince, who probably could have heard it as well.
He thought about that prince, he liked to be near him. He made him feel so, so saiyan. He could feel his blood beginning to stir and let go of his human ways. He never learned to be saiyan, but he grew more and more interested in it the longer he stayed near the prince. Yes vegeta was pure beauty in his saiyan way. The strong muscular body, the obsidian eyes and that hearsh voice. He was a true prince with all his power and skills.
Vegeta…… He had fought him a lot of times. Vegeta still was a ruthless killer deep inside he thought, an enemy. How could he think these thoughts about that man? Why did he feel so………happy when vegeta was around? Why did he became so aware of himself and vegeta together if he was around? He couldn’t be… or should he not be? No, vegeta wouldn’t want him, he was a low class baka to say so. Goku couldn’t deny the feeling he felt when he thought about this. He felt his hart jumping up and down, happiness in his heart. Why not? Why not be in love with one who is the only one left of our race? And a very pretty one too. He remembered vegeta sleeping, fighting and bathing. How the water moved across the smooth back, following the gracieus muscles and rippling down to the water again. How vegeta took the clear liquid in his hands and let it slip out again, sparkling. Beauty was the only word he could come up with. This can only mean one thing, goku thought. I’ll find vegeta first.
Goku slowly began walking up to the Capsule complex, where vegeta was staying. It was quite far away, but he started flying when i was well out of Chi-chi’s range. She wouldn’t wake up and wouldn’t see him leave. Good. With a briljant blue he shot into the sky. He smiled, the music didn’t stop and made him happy to the very tip of his fingers. He began twirling in the sky, looking at the stars and trees circling around him. Suddenly he saw a police car stopping and two man ran out, staring at him. He stopped and pulled his instant transmission trick. A blink of a second later he was in the garden of mrs. Briefs. He huffed a bit, instant transmission in the early morning wasn’t a good thing to do. He smelled at one of the roses next to him and looked up to the large building. He knew vegeta slept there, at the third floor, yes, there with that large balcony. He flew slowly to the balcony and stepped onto it. He looked inside, but it was pitch black in there. The doors were open and he went inside. He felt a futon on the ground and figured it was vegeta’s. But he heard nothing, he started feeling around him.
'Vegeta?' he asked slowly. No response.
'Vegeta…' he tried again. Nothing. At that moment he saw a small stripe of moonshine coming through the curtains. In an instant he saw a flash of purple. Trunks was sleeping there.
Trunks? Where was vegeta? He is training in the gravitation chamber, he must be.
Goku flew to it, looking through the windows of the large ball in the garden. It was running alright but noone was inside it. he walked around it and saw nobody. Not even a sign from the small prince.
Where the heck is that guy?
Oh well, i’ll go check that music out myself. What was i thinking, that he would come with me? Good that he didn’t notice me, he would blow my head off. Nice try goku, now get on with it!
He slowly lifted himself in the sky. He didn’t know the time, he looked around and saw it was about 3 in the morning. The music was faint now, almost to faint to hear, even for his ears. He geussed where it came from and speeded up to it, carefully looking that he wouldn’t get caught by a wandering police car. Two ufo’s would be to much and they would go searching around for explanations.
The sound became louder as he came near to the forrest. He landed at an open spot somewhere near it. he got affected by the sound, it was so sad. He almost felt tears rising behind his eyes. What could this be, who could be so incredibly sad? The sound flooded his mind and ears. He had to go to it, his legs started moving towards the sound. He couldn’t stop them. Slow them down yes, but there was no stopping to it. it felt like someone had gotten in his mind and took control over his body. He slowly walked for a few minutes, till he saw an open spot, a clearing in the forest. He recognised it, it was a cliff very near to his house. Had it been so close? He saw a small figure walking towards it. It was holding a tiny flute in his hands, it was small and shone a bright silver in the moonlight. A very sad long note came from it. The figure stopped playing and looked down the cliff. Then it turned around, or he. Goku saw immediately who it was! The long black, spiky hair, the small but compact body and mostly the gold tipped boots and the white gloves. Vegeta. He wasn’t wearing any armour, just a necklace and his blue spandex clothes, fitting tightly around his body, showing every detail of his muscles and his slender legs. Vegeta turned around, a tear glistening on one cheeck. He walked to the center of the open spot and looked up to the sky.
Goku hid behind a large tree and then decided to climb into it. sitting on a large branch, hidden behind some patches of leaves he stared down at his prince.
He is so lovely like this even though he is sad. My prince, what is wrong?
He looked at the figure standing beneath him, hoping he wouldn’t notice him. To make sure he tried to keep his ki as low as a bird’s.
Vegeta kept staring at the sky.
'What is this? Why are all my people gone, why am i overpowered by someone so low, so stupid and honest? I can’t take this anymore. I keep on training and training, holding on for my own live sometimes. And still i can’t reach supersaiyan and that low-class baka made it easy! Why not me? I was the chosen one, the prince, the highest saiyan there is! It should be me! Why……'
Vegeta fell to the ground, tears spilling across his cheeks. He pounded a hole into the ground with his free fist. Looking at his necklace and flute he felt alone, left by everyone.
'This is all i have left, the magic flute and the necklace of my father, the king. What am i whimpering about! My father would be ashamed if he saw me like this! Playing the flute, wearing the necklace i’m not worthy of and acting like a small child. Maybe it is the best like this, i’m defeated by a third class soldier, alone, no mate and no home. I was defeated. Defeated like an insect, by a fellow saiyan, a low one. The only other one left of my race. And that the gods save me i need just that last, low one. He is so diffirent from me, honest and strong. He is goodness himself and i his very own prince got defeated by the saiyan that isn’t even a saiyan inside. But i need him, a mate, the last one. I know it is him, i feel him everywhere i go. And when he is near, my body begins to shake and i can only stare at him. He is……he is so much more than me. But i am a killer, a ruthless heir, killing billions of beings in tons of worlds. He will never accept me. He will only keep defeating me. Why do i want him so much then. Just look at his eyes and his body, perfect, the perfect warrior. Dammit, why doesn’t he come to me. The flute should have told me wether he is my only mate or not. He hasn’t come this time either, he isn’t the one. Not my one…'
Goku could only stare at the small figure sitting on the ground below him, sobbing and desperate. He could remember hearing a flute before, but he had gotten so drunk he fell on the bed and right into a solid sleep. Trunks birtday was it. he couldn’t believe his ears. He thought he was a pervert, loving a man, even though he was married and had a son. Vegeta felt the same? There was only one way to find out…
He slowly slipped from the tree and sat on the ground. He looked at vegeta, staring to the sky again. He looked up, where would planet vegeta have been?
Vegeta still sat on the ground, pondering over his feelings for goku and the coward he had been. He laid back, seeing the stars, wondering if the gods and his people still want him if only they had been here.
Are they watching over me, he thought. Are they protecting me from up there or have they forgotten all about me? Maybe they are all laughing at me and they are punishing me with these feelings. Paying for my mistakes and not being a true saiyan. Yes that should be it, i’m only worthy enough to punish and humiliate.
He closed his eyes and slowly dozed off in a heavy, dreamless sleep.
Goku saw that the coast was clear and appeared from behind the bush he had been hiding behind. He tiptoed towards vegeta and looked upon him.
'No, my prince. I love you, i want to be your mate. Look at you, peacefully and so beautifull. I saw our fights only as a sport, not kill you or to humiliate at all. You got it all wrong. How could i kill the one i care for so much, not only as a friend but as a mate. A love i feel, it is too precious to let it slip my hands and yours. Please let me love you and prove you are all wrong…'
Goku bend over to look vegeta more closely. That skin, so smooth and silky. He had never seen it from so close, but it was beautifull… He softly stroked vegeta’s hair, it was surprisingly soft and smooth. The colour seemd to live in the blue moonlight and sparkle. His hand moved down to touch the face of the man beneath him. He traced the curves of his cheeck and his jaw before slightly touching his lips. Vegeta moved a bit, licking his lips for a moment. Goku felt hypnotised by that small movement and brushed his own lips slightly over vegeta’s and inhaled the man’s sweet musky scent. He closed his eyes, he needed him so much… Vegeta immediately reacted to the slight touch and moved his face straight in front of goku’s. Now or never. Being so close. Goku bent forward and softly touched vegeta’s lips, touching them with his tongue. The kiss was very soft and shy, vegeta woke up with a sweet feeling coming from his mouth. He slowly opened his mouth to ask what was happening, becoming the signal for goku to dip his tongue in deeper and teasing vegeta’s. Vegeta responded by grasping some spikes of black hair and pulling goku closer, kissing him more passionately. A duel of two mouths. Vegeta became suddenly aware what he, or they were doing and opened his eyes. Only to look in the obsidian eyes of an amazed goku. His eyes widened and a small smile moved over his lips. He licked them and could still taste his fellow saiyan, who was hovering over him.
'vegeta? I…………i……love you. From the moment i first saw you, i never thought you wanted me. And then i heard your music, i had to find you. I heard what you said and i’m sorry. I’m sorry i didn’t tell you earlier.'
'Kakarot?'
The mere thought of goku hearing everything he pleaded moments ago made his hair rise. But he was here now wasn’t he, and he loved him. He loved his prince and he was sorry, and my god vegeta loved him too.
'Please say something vegeta, i’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to defeat or humiliate you. I wanted you to live and be with me. As my friend and more. Please don’t be angry…'
'Kakarot, shut up!'
'Please understand me. I love you, be with me.'
'I said shut up.'
There was apparently no other way to shut this guy up and simply love him. Vegeta lifted his head and kissed goku fiercely, capturing a surprised goku. He plunged his tongue into goku’s mouth to taste the sweet mouth of the other saiyan. Goku began to kiss him back and it all felt good. Their fights, their doubts all were washed away. This was all that mattered now, kakarot, er… goku and him. Nothing else mattered, or excisted. Small firefly’s began swirling around the two, making a fountain of colour and light. Electrifying their feelings for eachother. And suddenly, a large cloud appeared of them, breaking loose in sweet rain. The large drops fell on the two saiyans. While they were kissing and loving they felt the large sweet drops falling on their backs and faces, washing every doubt away.
'Vegeta, you are the only one for me…'
'I love you so much goku.' Vegeta said.
He is the only one that could make me feel like this, vegeta thought. And it is right.
My heartfixer.
Authors Comments:
*looks above* man that sounds cheesy..*sweatdrops*
Well, about this fic. For once, this one isn't beta-ed, so it contains numerous stupid mistakes.. I now have a beta, so that doesnt happen again, I promise!
I wrote this fic on a very wet, very cold, dutch winter in Amsterdam when I had nothing to do but wanting to write my first fanfic. It just happened to be that my cd-player was playing some irish songs by Lord of the Flames. And a cd called Death by Chocolate, a lounge thingy cd. And as always, being majorly influenced by my surroundings, I mixed those two up and the result is what you just read, i hope..
When I posted it here, I was really shocked at how the story was, it sounds so bad!! So I've refused to read it all again *sweatdrops* reconfiguring it was bad enough.. Well I hope you enjoyed it anyway!