Chapter Text
More than words
by ZeroAlpha
Chapter 1
His back braced against the cool wall, having no effect on his blazing skin, sweat snaked down his body as he struggled to control the heaving in his chest. The larger figure closing the gap between them, bracketing his hands either side of Vegeta’s head, his breath hot on his neck as he leaned in, barely touching. Vegeta’s heart was fluttering against his ribcage like a captured bird, desperate to maintain his composure his shallow breathing now caught in his throat “K…Kakarrot…Wha…?!” a finger pressed into his parted lips. Despite the diffuse silky moonlight in the room Vegeta searched the taller warriors smouldering amber eyes, ringed with scarlet, burning into his core.
Dominance radiated off Goku in waves, he was magnificent, a victorious smirk played on the corner of his lips, finally he had cornered his prey. The finger slid down from Vegeta’s parted lips and the intense gaze followed its progress down, the smirk on Goku’s lips intensified to a seductive leer exposing perfect fangs. Goku traced his finger over the heaving chest of his old rival, now his most closest allies, he noticed shivering breaths from the smaller frame below him. Vegeta fluttered his eyes closed as he hyperventilated under this smothering proximity of the other Saiyan. He felt his consciousness slipping as Goku’s scent invaded his keen Saiyan sense of smell with intoxicating pheromones, hammering at the door to his resolve and threatening to unchain his primal desires. Holding on to any semblance of self-control he took one last shaking breath and held it to close off that avenue of assault, attempting shut out the vision of unbridled Saiyan power before him he still had his eyes clamped shut. He had to regain any dominance and regulate the onslaught on his heightened Saiyan senses which were already at breaking point. He had to enslave his thoughts and actions; he was a master at this after all. His life of reluctant submission had trained him in the art of what the Earthing’s called “poker face” and “biding one’s time” he liked these analogies. He also appreciated the Human proverb “All is fair in love and war” this situation felt like a collision of both.
This scenario was different, the hammering at the fortress of his psyche was a tidal wave to a tree; it was engulfed, smashed and relented Vegeta was a trembling mess of yearning submission.
A low rumble from Goku’s chest shattered Vegeta from his cocoon of disassociation and he snapped his eyes open to watch as Goku’s hand had now made it down to his right hip, his open palm now locking Vegeta against the wall, a hypnotising scarlet red appendage gracefully teased his attention away from the distracting ministrations of his hand just long enough for Vegeta to take a starved breath that he was holding, almost as if he was drowning. Only to find out that all of his senses now receiving a full tantalising buffet of sensations as the hand started to slide back up his rippling abs towards his chin, the low rumble again as the hand caught his face to tilt his face up to behold Goku’s.
“Let me serve you my Prince. It would be my honour” the request spoken against the Prince’s lips Goku’s voice was an octave lower than his usual, his resolve cool steel, eyes of molten gold aflame with desire. The passion smelting the ice shackles which had Vegeta immobilised. A switch flipped inside of Vegeta and the barricades flung open, a primal vibration deep in his chest responded to that of the other man’s, no longer was he a deer in headlights, obsidian pupils blew wide and he lurched away from the wall and crashed their lips together. The Saiyan Prince bound his muscular arms around Goku’s neck and ensnared his bottom lip between his sharp teeth and pierced the plump flesh gushing sweet bloody lubrication between their intertwined tongues, both smirking into the inebriating kiss.
Both of Goku’s hands slid behind Vegeta’s lithe form and elevated him by the firm globes of his ass and slammed Vegeta back against the wall, growling into his Prince’s open mouth as they battled for dominance over the embrace. Vegeta’s hands locked behind Goku’s nape and as he tilted his head sideways to plunder the other mouth, suddenly seizing the long unruly ebony hair and angled Goku’s head back so that he could blaze a line with his teeth and tongue from exposed throat back up to taste his delicious lips. Goku hissed as his vulnerable neck was exquisitely teased, bucking his hips suggestively at his prince and purring into the searing kiss that followed.
The glossy rouge tail of the larger Saiyan glided between their interlocked forms and around Vegeta’s compact waist, holding him close as Goku slid to the floor onto his knees grinding up against vegeta’s tight body earning a dampened moan of approval….
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“Mmmmm…..Nnnnnaaahhh!” Vegeta snapped bolt upright in his bed, inky black silk sheets pooled around his midriff as he calmed his ragged breathing. In the early summer morning rays streaking in through his parted curtains he shuddered as if a cold snap had raked up his spine. He looked down to his quivering hands and clenched them almost tight enough to cause bleeding from his sweaty palms.
His keen Saiyan senses picked up on the faint activity of his ex-wife and her scarred desert bandit concubine in the other wing of Capsule Corp. Far enough away that inferior human senses would be unable to detect, however it was a brutal reminder that their relationship was long over and she had fled back to Yamcha in search of “more emotional connection”. Vegeta groaned and ran his now steady hands up through the raven flame of his iconic hair and dropped back onto his sheets wishing they would swallow him into oblivion away from his current rude awakening. and raging hard on.
‘Fuck, these dreams are unacceptable!’
Maybe he needed to just get his rocks off with anyone just to put an end to these ministrations for Kakarott of all people, they were becoming more frequent and progressive. He had always been drawn in by a perfect example of Saiyan prowess and physique such as Kakarott, his unequalled strength and battle power, exceptional stamina, flawless technique and his desirable physical characteristics even for a third class Kakarott was stunning. However, if on Planet Vegeta the two would never have met in any circumstance. Except they were, by some twisted path of ill fortune the last full blooded Saiyans of their glorious race, and Kakarott had sustained a traumatic head injury all but erasing the full blooded Saiyan attributes from him. Unless engrossed in battle lust defending this pathetic soft back water mud ball, Kakarott was a naïve simpleton, an infuriating turn off for the Saiyan Prince and a far cry of the worthy warrior he would have taken for a mate on his home planet. Maybe this is why Vegeta stubbornly refused to refer to the other Saiyan by his Earth given name? He willed that if he kept reminding Kakarott of his Saiyan heritage that somehow, he would unlock that part of him which was subdued by the blundering façade of “Goku”.
Battle lust changed “Goku” into “Kakarott” and Vegeta recalled the captivating way in which the other Saiyan switched personalities from harmless gentle Earth ruined “Goku” to the ruggedly ferocious Saiyan warrior inside. Since Kakarott had transcended to the next level of Super Saiyan 4, a baseline of smouldering intensity that form bestowed upon his countenance, almost permanently unlocking the “Kakarott” that Vegeta had always known was stowed away in his psyche, Vegeta secretly admitted he was besotted. The Prince closed his eyes again reliving the raunchy scene which his mind had played out to him in the depths of his subconscious and thought maybe that’s why Kakarott in SSJ4 form had invaded his fantasies since he achieved this form.
‘That is all this is, senseless adolescent fantasies driven by my current absence of sexual involvement, nothing more. Nothing.’
That was a lie.
Kakarott had invaded his fantasies before he achieved this new form. Vegeta was ensnared from the day he met Kakarott bare chested and grinning at the challenge he posed to him, infuriatingly chosen planet Earth over his own Prince offering him to join his service. At first Vegeta was insulted by his blatant insubordination but quickly realised that this Saiyan was unlike any he had ever met before and he was hooked. He fully expected to die that day and what a day it would have been for him to have met the last Saiyan who had him awestruck and stunned, unpredictable and raw with his passion for those weaker than himself. Vegeta shook again with rage as he relived the moments when his exceedingly generous proposition was openly rejected by Kakarott.
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“Kakarott, you and I we make a good team. With Nappa gone I could use a good man, there is no one in this universe who could touch us, we would rule the planets and you could have anything you wanted. Anything. Nothing would be out of your grasp… Well, what do you say Kakarott?”
“look I’ve got everything I ever wanted right here on Earth. All I need is my, Family. Besides I’ve seen how you treat your partners. There’s not a lot of job security.”
“Alright then, so be it. You had your chance.”
Never again would he reach out to this low class Kakarott, the Prince of all Saiyan’s does not ask or request, or be refused.
The painful journey back from Earth after his defeat and sparing of his life, so disgraceful for a Saiyan to retreat from a battle wounded, shown mercy, kindness. Not only was the disgrace on his warrior race but his position within the hierarchy of that race. The Prince had just been turned down by a low-class Earth raised reject. Deplorable. His restless sleep induced state flooded by images and scenarios of Kakarott and the rejection. He would equalise and snuff out this event from his memory and have his revenge.
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Vegeta scoffed at his younger self and his appraisal of the situation in which now he looks back on with renewed understanding of the ‘enigma’ which was Kakarott. Kakarott was far from an enigma. He knew him well now to know that Kakarott had no idea of what his choices meant to Vegeta that day. Naïve to his Saiyan heritage and the Prince’s position in relation to him. Vegeta recalls his subsequent meetings with Goku and how he learnt about his rival. A smile tugged at his lips as he recalled crashing to Earth and demanding to see Kakarott on his return from Namek of how he had achieved the legendary ascendence to Super Saiyan and how he was robbed of this privilege to a third-class refugee of planet Vegeta. He recalled that “Goku” had welcomed him with open arms into his band of merry men, completely trusting of Vegeta and forgave him for the attempt on Earth’s safety. As he had foolishly done with so many enemies since. Vegeta was perplexed and infuriatingly drawn to this Saiyan ever since. He could not understand that infinitesimal feeling inside his…heart? That kept growing and strengthening for Kakarot. To the point where he no longer saw him as a threat, a subject, an ally but as something much much more.
He had settled. For the fragile bodied but fiery tempered Earth woman, yes, she was attractive and reminded him of what a Saiyan mate would have given him in their verbal sparring and her temperament only. In the bedroom he had to constrain his vigour for he would have destroyed her, he had to get his training partner in Kakarott, something of which an equalled mate would have taken on as their role in their life partnership. It was although he had two halves of a mate. However, it had been years since his arrangement with the blue haired woman fizzled into what it always was. An arrangement. They both wanted very different things trying to find them within the other person.
As if to mock his current fragile state, the affairs of Bulma and Yamcha were reaching the peak of their activity, and Vegeta growled and stuffed his head into his pillows in a vain attempt to cancel out the vulgar sounds and subsequent images which were now worming into his mind (urrhh worms). At least his erection had bolted at the sickening thoughts of what was coming to a crescendo in the other half of the building. It had to be said his and Bulma’s intimacy was passionate and a slight smile crept across Vegeta’s handsome features at the thought that despite holding back he gave Bulma one hell of a ride. In all senses of the word, on a regular basis, more than he knew she could have handled but he had to give it to her, due to her own pride and persistence she rose to the challenge.
It was however a shadow of what he truly needed.
There was only another who would be able to match him on all aspects of partnership and understand him.
Another Saiyan.
Yet only one Saiyan out of their whole race and universe had captured his icy heart and peaked his nonchalant interest, one of a kind.
Kakarot.
Wonderful, there was a Capsule Corp party tonight for Bulma’s birthday so not only would he have to make eye contact with the two of them after their performance this morning but also that bumbling mess of his last remaining Pure blood Saiyan would be making an appearance. The only positive that Kakarott’s harpy ex-wife would probably not attend this time as she had recently become attached to another human man whom she deemed more acceptable than the fine Saiyan specimen which was Kakarott. Vegeta shook his head and tossed the silk sheets to one side and made his way to his en-suite, wishing he could take out his thoughts and give them a thorough clean. It was going to be a long day.
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Goku sat upright in bed surveying the scene around him, his bedding strewn on the floor and pillows scattered about the bed space his hair chaotic, his eyes were wide disks with pin hole dots in the centre and his breathing was shallow. Once his eyebrows made their way back down from his hairline Goku took a shaky breath in and held it, trying to still his thumping heart. Suddenly his head cocked to one side and his brows knitted together in thought as he pondered. Shook his head then let his breath out in a long sigh. This was the second time this week that this had happened, Goku wasn’t sure what was suddenly causing his dreams to be directed by scenes of Vegeta and him doing…things he didn’t understand. Oblivious to what he had just been privy to but bewildered he would find answers to the swarm of questions and images he had in his head after that dream which awoke him about him and Vegeta.
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Was the entire universe against him? Vegeta sighed long and strained, the vein in his head threatening to pop at any moment. He was well aware that karma was just deserved, he had spent the early years of his life a ruthless and cold steely eyed dealer of death. He had redeemed himself of late, especially after his fight with Cell and subsequent sacrifices he made for this useless mudball of a planet. He had paid with his life more than enough times, surely he had tipped the balance in his favour? This was too much.
He felt as though his self-protective shield was slipping and vulnerability was evident all over his face. A glance about the room and Vegeta already wanted to bolt away into the safety of the gravity room, which would just so happen to crush everyone here without him lifting a finger or getting blood on his clothing.
“Hey Geta!”
‘Fuck sake. Except him.’
“What do you want Kakarott?” blood boiled in his veins paired with an unwelcome throb in his chest. He had to get out of here.
“Haven’t seen ya in ages! We should spar soon; I miss fighting with you!” Vegeta turned reluctantly, Goku was the beaming brightness of ideocracy and completely in is personal space. Vegeta stiffened and took a side stance to try and push this ball of joyful energy into his peripheral vision. At least he wasn’t wearing the offensive orange atrocity he calls a Gi. He crossed his arms across his dark blue shirt defensively and eyed his long-term rival out of the corner of his eyes.
As soon as he properly examined the other full blooded Saiyan his breath hitched faintly and he prayed to the gods that it wasn’t noticed. Kakarott despite living as a bachelor had managed to dress himself without it being his usual car crash of colours and styles. He actually looked. stylish. Handsome even.
Caramel chinos, white shirt tucked in and dark Grey textured blazer with brown brogues all setting off his colouring, his onyx eyes lit up and sparking while talking with Vegeta as if Vegeta himself set the flint to light the embers burning in them. Vegeta was like a moth to Kakarott’s steady flame.
“Vegeta? Are you ok Buddy?”
Heavy hand on his shoulder. A gentle squeeze.
Jolted back to existence like a ki volt to his sternum shocking his heart back to rhythm, Goku’s face was impossibly close to his now and a hand corroding a hole into his well-fortified defences.
Goku was startled by Vegeta’s uncharacteristic slip of his resolve and when Vegeta seemed to resurface from his catatonic vacancy he slapped his hand away from his shoulder as if it was hot ashes. Goku studied his hand as if he had let a Kamehameha blast at Vegeta full power. He looked up to see Vegeta’s trademark harrowing glare however a curious tinge of pink across his cheeks. Goku cocked his head to one side resembling a puppy, then the overjoyed laugh and signature hand behind the head. “Gee sorry Geta! I thought I had dressed well today? I thought you would have liked it, you always say you hate my training Gi, it is a special occasion after all!”
Vegeta scoffed, straightening out his royal blue shirt and brushing his shoulder off again to busy himself as if there were remnants of burning ashes still searing into his skin. “Well, Kakarot I barely recognised you out of that hideous Orange abomination you usually grace me with. How did you manage to put this together?” Vegeta squirmed inwardly trying to keep his eyes up to Goku’s face. Even holding his gaze was proving difficult, flashes from the recent dream sagas were threatening to leak through to his consciousness and ruin everything.
Goku sensed Vegeta’s unease but managed to handle the situation. Surprisingly. “Ah well it was Gohan really Geta, he had this in his wardrobe and said that I could keep it. He thinks my old suits were a little old fashioned now. So you like it then Geta?” He said with a huge grin as he spun around for Vegeta to almost crumble into a pile of soggy Vegeta dust as he tried to avoid looking at Goku’s well-endowed assets in those chinos. Could the heat in his face get any worse?
“I should have known that your appalling dress sense would not have such an immediate remedy in such a short time frame Kakarott” he sighed as Goku stared blankly at him.
“You always use such big words Geta, it is hard to follow what you actually mean most of the time!”
He had no idea.
“Tch. Speaking of your brats Kakarott. Where are they?” Vegeta used this opportunity to look away from Goku to scour the outdoor space. The soft afternoon breeze cooling his flushed cheeks.
“Oh! Gohan is at a university open evening and Goten is with Trunks somewhere, you wanna get a beer?” Goku motioned towards the bar. Vegeta nodded and as they were on their way to the bar, they were intercepted by Yamcha and a giggling Bulma on his arm.
“Goku!!” they both chimed together. Vegeta clenched his already tense jaw and closed his eyes. Wishing the Earth to ‘swallow him up’ as the phrase goes on this planet.
Bulma was well on her merry way and she clutched Yamcha to steady herself while she held a huge fishbowl style glass with a pink liquid sloshing about as she lurched forwards to kiss Goku on the cheek. “My you two-look great together” she shot a leer towards Vegeta and winked. Vegeta visibly stiffened he shot her a warning look. Goku’s nose wrinkled at the strong scent of alcohol and her perfume clearly overwhelming his acute Saiyan senses.
‘Vulgar woman. What exactly was she trying to insinuate?’
He then shot a look to Yamcha which would kill a lesser mortal, “You might want to curb Bulma’s indulgence, she may make a fool of herself” Yamcha flinched and blushed “Ah c’mon Vegeta! It’s her birthday and she can have a drink or two!”
“Or twenty by the looks of it” Vegeta retorted.
Bulma leaned over towards her ex-partner, eyes lidded as she barnacled from Yamcha to Vegeta’s arm. “Hey Vegeta why don’t you take me to the bar and get us all a drink I bet you could manage to handle our drinks, you are good with your hands full after all” Vegeta looked pained as both Goku and Yamcha both giggled under their breath for fear of Vegeta’s vengeful wrath.
As Bulma somehow yanked the mortified Saiyan Prince towards the private bar area with some special Vegeta taming technique that only Bulma possessed, Yamcha turned to Goku and smiled wide, he looked contented as he watched after them. “I always wondered how they both made it as far as they did! Maybe all the fighting and training breaks made it easier?”
“I dunno Yamcha, I’ve known Bulma most of my life and I still have no idea what makes her tick! Although I feel like Vegeta has been around so long that I should understand him but I think I understand him even less, and he is the only other full blooded Saiyan left!” Goku’s hand was behind his head, smiling as he caught a glare from Vegeta with enough ferocity from the distance of the bar to incinerate a small solar system, Bulma swung on a bar stool steadying herself on Vegeta’s shoulder while she seemed to be ordering drinks on all of their behalf.
“That reminds me Goku, I am so sorry about you and Chi Chi pal. I guess it was for the best in the end? You both seem happy?” He paused for the tall Earth saviour to elaborate.
“Yeah… I guess I couldn’t really give Chi Chi what she needed either, she is much happier and we raised our boys together which is what she wanted to do as a family. I guess we did ok!” Goku smiled fondly as Trunks and Goten could be seen plotting something across the lawn both with wicked Saiyan like smirks on their faces. Goku’s vision tracked from the boys to where they were spying and noticed Yajirobe sitting at a table and shovelling food into his mouth almost Saiyan like himself when it came to food. As Chi Chi wasn’t here to scald him or the boys he knew that they would do no real harm and they needed a mischievous outlet for their Saiyan sides.
Yamcha followed is line of vision and sniggered “Oh man, Yajirobe is the next target hu? He better be ready!” They both giggled and Goku’s thoughts drifted back to his dream that woke him this morning. He turned back to Yamcha talking in a hushed voice so that the Prince of Saiyan’s acute hearing wouldn’t pick it up as easy from his distance at the bar.
“Hey Yamcha, I have a question that I feel that you would be able to help me with.” Yamcha’s attention was fully on Goku and he leaned in to catch what Goku was saying. Goku continued leaning in to Yamcha close to whisper in his ear, “What does it mean when people put their lips on each other?” he leaned back to give Yamcha time to reply.
Yamcha’s eyes flew open, he stifled a laugh as he could see seriousness plastered across the earth saviours face. He didn’t want to insult Goku as he was well aware of the other man’s lack of intimate understanding from numerous conversations with Bulma and his memories of how Goku was so pleasantly naïve about affairs of the heart. He almost felt a twinge of pain in his chest and wondered if this question had arisen because of ChiChi and their separation.
“Well pal, How can I explain this?” he noticed a faint blush spread over Goku’s face, he leaned in to whisper into his ear his reply. “It’s a way of expressing close affection for another person, you kiss them to tell them you like them or love them depending on your relationship” He leaned back and took in Goku’s puzzled expression.
“What do you mean ‘depending on your relationship’?” Goku asked with a pained look on his face. Trying to understand the complexities of relationships was really difficult for him to grasp, fighting was so much easier. Yamcha had a realisation, he had to explain this in a language that Goku could understand.
“So its like this…. When you get ready to fight you warm up and stretch right? Then when your having a friendly spar with someone you go easy on them as you are not wanting to hurt them as they are not an enemy, right?” he paused and Goku seemed to be following now, he continued leaning back in to whisper the rest “so when you don’t know your opponent you test them and find out their style and moves, some moves you can work with and others you can’t right? You both work out what is good for the other one and you grow together as you fight each other. When you are first ‘dating’ someone it’s like a friendly spar as you get to know them and your feelings are more intense then you can go harder…”
Goku seemed to have a look of understanding flash across his face, his face flushed more as he glanced over at Vegeta who was now searing a look at the back of Yamcha’s head as Goku locked his gaze. Images from the dream flashed into his memory and he gulped.
“It’s also like baseball” Yamcha continued. Goku leaned back feeling the burn of the Prince’s gaze and wanted to hide behind Yamcha a little. He knew a little about baseball from when they played it together and Yamcha was such a good teacher back then. “First base, second base etcetera. first base is kissing Goku, it’s a common euphemism on earth to represent how deep the relationship is in how hard your spars are. Are you following me?” Goku nodded vaguely, and asked; “but I see Bulma kiss Trunks and you but it’s different kissing? When she kisses you, she does it for longer and with a different level of power” his mind flashbacks to how Vegeta’s mouth was open and sounds were coming out in the dream he had it made his tummy feel weird. Maybe he ate something funny?
Yamcha giggles at Goku’s analogy of passion and platonic relationships, he sighed thinking that he might have to give Goku some training of his own. “Maybe it’s a chat we can have at another time in more depth? What’s brought this on Goku?” Now he was curious especially as Goku seemed to have come over very coy after learning about this information.
Goku flinched, “Er… No reason really Yamcha! I mean, I…I erm…” he searched for an explanation which would not put himself or Vegeta in a situation. Not until he understood why he was dreaming these things. He agreed to himself that he is going to need Yamcha’s ongoing help with understanding this complex relationship sparring, but being Goku he beamed at the thought of a fighting like challenge. He had a lightbulb moment, “Well Yamcha it’s just that when ChiChi left me she said that she met someone who gives her what I can’t, she has always complained about me sparring with Vegeta and everyone else and not paying any attention to her or showing her affection, she said that she found someone who makes her feel really good.” His face dropped a little at the realisation of what he was confessing to his long-term friend, maybe even something he hadn’t realised himself until spoken aloud. “I have seen her kiss him when they are together and we never did that. I guess I always thought that the best thing to show someone you wanted to spend time with them was fighting and sparring with them….” He was broken off by Yamcha giving him a strong bear hug and when Yamcha released him he clapped his hand on his shoulder supportively.
“Sorry Pal shouldn’t have asked. If you want to talk more then we can do for sure I am not the strongest of fighters but I have a lot of wisdom to teach you in the ways of passion and love” with that he gave Goku a sly wink and Goku again blushed.
At the Bar Vegeta was seething with rage, he didn’t really know why. Well, he did. Kakarot was so very close to that weakling Yamcha and blushing wildly he could sense the heat rising from the other Saiyan from where he was, the annoying drunken harpy holding onto him was too loud for him to pick up on what they were talking about but they were so close to each other, his skin burned.
“Ohhhh for fuck sake Vegeta!” Bulma’s shrill voice even made the bar tender jump while he shook the cocktail drinks. Vegeta’s eyes snapped to hers with a scowl “What is it woman?! Your voice is going to make the glass shatter and my ears already feel like they are about to bleed!”
“You are looking at Goku like you want to eat him, for God’s sake you need to just tell him how you feel and get it out in the open! You are so infuriating!” she downed a shot of something that made Vegeta’s nose burn and carried on “You have been infatuated with him for as long as I have known you and he hasn’t got a clue on these things, believe me!” she chuckled to herself at Vegeta’s horrified look. He stiffened and moved away from her stool causing her to almost loose balance and fall from her perch. “Don’t think I didn’t know Vegeta! I am a genius and I have always known, even from that day you came to Earth after Namek looking for him, you said his name in your sleep when you were injured after you destroyed the gravity machine, I initially believed you when you said it was because you wanted to learn how to become super Saiyan, but you have always been so close in power since then. I am a genius Vegeta and it doesn’t take one to figure out why you were really obsessed with Goku!” her words were falling from her mouth all too easily and Vegeta recoiled and his mouth dropped. Damn her and her insightfulness.
Panic spread through Vegeta and he felt that it had been in his sleep where his guard was down and as his partner, she would have seen that as they slept next to each other. Despite being a weak human, she now had powerful leverage against him which would be potentially more damaging to his pride than anything he has faced yet. Even having Kakarot surpass him in battle. Constantly. Especially if his ‘affections’ were not reciprocated by Kakarot.
‘Is that what this is? Affections? When did my need to surpass Kakarot become a need for something more? This Damn woman has worked it out before I have. Blast it’
“Hey look” she slurred poking him in the chest to emphasise her points, “I won’t say anything to any one Vegeta…. I know you enough…. And…. believe it or not still care for you enough to not use that information to hurt your….. pride.” it was as if she knew him inside and out that she had the gift of telepathy. Vegeta believed her as they had ended their relationship in an amicable arrangement. They too had grown apart and Bulma had wanted someone who was more attentive to her as she aged, Yamcha had always had a torch for her, and her for him. This almost didn’t aggravate Vegeta as much as Kakarot’s current proximity to the desert bandit.
“Relax! Yamcha is not interested in Goku in the slightest Vegeta! You are so obsessed you’re getting possessive!” she slid off the stool as the bar tender placed the drinks on a silver tray on the bar and bowed at them both. Vegeta took the tray and Bulma slipped her hand under his arm as a crutch to walk back to the other two men. Vegeta was thankful for Bulma’s stumbling gait as he felt it hid the way his hands trembled holding the tray. As he approached the two men they almost jumped apart in a guilty fashion, both wearing silly grins.
“Take your woman back Yamcha, she is a liability!” Vegeta spat at Yamcha as Bulma slinked to her lover’s arm and giggled as they exchanged a drunken kiss which lingered for a little longer than the other two Saiyan’s felt comfortable with. Vegeta caught Goku watching, then when he realised Vegeta had caught him, he started up a conversation quickly changing the subject. “So Geta! Fancy a spar tomorrow? We haven’t sparred in ages!” he pouted at Vegeta causing the Prince to straighten up suddenly at the thought at why he had avoided the other Saiyan for the last week.
The truth was that unbeknownst to the Earth raised Saiyan, Vegeta had avoided sparring with him for the last 5 days as it was a Saiyan cycle around the full moon where it increases their sex drive and weather Kakarot experienced this himself without knowing what it was Vegeta was certain they would both experience this at the same time as Saiyans synced themselves depending on the lunar cycles of the planet they were habiting. Vegeta always had perfect composure in matters of luna lust if it could be called such a thing, however he wasn’t sure he would be able to control himself around Kakarott. This period had ended this morning as the moon was back to waning and he was well overdue a good sparring session with someone who could handle him.
“Of course Kakarot it will be my pleasure to pound your idiotic smile into a mountain or two” He put the tray of drinks onto the table they were near and downed his drink in one he used this opportunity to take his leave shooting a smirk at Kakarot and turning on his heel to stalk away into the evening.
“Ok Geta! I cant wait! See you tomorrow I will come to Capsule Corp to call for you!” Goku couldn’t help but feel a little more at ease now he didn’t have to tiptoe around the fiery Prince. The three of them walked over to join the rest of the party.
Vegeta stalked across the lawns to a quieter area and leant against the cool wall of Capsule Corp and watched the party unfold around him. He felt a familiar steady Ki near to him and looked across to the Namek who was regarding him with his knowing glare, a slight tug of a smile pulling at his lips.
“What the fuck are you smirking at you smug oversized green bean?”
“Just appreciating the evening unfolding Vegeta, you should relax a little and enjoy it” with that he leaned away from the tree and walked towards the party himself. Leaving a broiling and distracted Saiyan Prince to his thoughts.
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