Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Desire ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

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Desire - Chapter 7

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Disclaimer - I don't own dbz…so please don't sue!

Warning: - This is a NC-17 rated story so there will be scenes involving adult themes. Yaoi involved!

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I stood there for several seconds, wondering whether the image in front of me was real or not. Vegeta, the man whom I had long thought of, was stood at my cabin door, looking like he wanted me to invite him in.

I stood silent. I was gobsmacked by the Saiyan Prince's appearance. Who would have ever thought that such nasty weather could make someone look so good? His normal straight and unmoving hair had somehow taken on another life, another form, and had positioned itself as far down as it could go. Rain bounced off it, almost as if a shield had formed around it. He was completely drenched to the bone…but he still looked wonderful…

I could feel my heart smoldering as I continued to stand there. Obviously, my silence made him uncomfortable and he coughed, breaking me out of my daze.

"Well Kakarott…can I come in? Or are you just gonna stand there all day?"

His voice. Still the same as always…rough, metallic, bold. And as always…it makes chills go down my spine.

I moved out of the entrance so that he could remove his body from the bitterly cold weather. He was shivering, something I never thought I would ever see…the Saiyan Prince beaten by nature.

I gestured towards the fire, hoping that he would find some form of pleasure from the fiery coals. He grunted in reply, which is normally the best I can hope to receive from him. I was just happy that he acknowledged my presence.

Once he had settled himself down, I seated myself upon the small sofa opposite and looked across the room at him. I didn't want to ask him the reason why he had finally decided to visit me as I didn't want a full out war. I knew Vegeta would pick anything to start a fight with me…and I was too exhausted to fight back…

| Plus the fact that you don't want to |

I bat the thoughts away from my mind, not wishing to have another argument with it. I know that Vegeta thinks a baka half of the time, I don't want him to think I'm completely kichígaijmità. I sigh as I look towards him again, noting that he now has his back to me and…is whispering towards the fire…

My Saiyan senses are acute enough to pick up what he is saying, but I do not comprehend it. It appears to be another language, far from English…far from any I have ever heard on my travels. I edge slightly closer to try and understand the words, but he startles me by turning around so that his back is no longer near me…but his face…

So harsh an expression…and yet, so inviting…

"What are you doing Kakarott?!"

I jump up at his sudden outburst, realising that our faces were close enough that we were almost touching.

| The last time that happened was when we were together fighting Majin Buu…boy I loved that…|

I shake my head to stop my mind from wandering and focus all of my attention on the now seemingly very angry Prince. He is now stood, his blue spandex suit still dripping with water, his hair still out of shape and his hands folded across his broad and muscular chest. The scowl across his face provides evidence for my thought - he's angry.

I step back a few paces, not wanting a confrontation. However, this time he does not threaten me, make a move or even speak at all. He just stands there, with his arms folded…and a smirk starting to form on his beautiful face.

"So then Kakarott…make me a drink before my insides freeze."

I nod my head and willingly head over to the small kitchen and open several cupboard doors before I finally find a clean cup. I hear a tutting sound and notice Vegeta right behind me. He gestures to the pile of washing up by the side of the sink.

"Cleaning not one of your strong points Kakarott?"

| No it isn't…but I really should have cleaned that up |

"I hope you weren't expecting me to volunteer to help you with that…I will not lower myself to your commoner clown level."

I feel the blood drain away from my hands as I clench my fists. I do love him but sometimes, I just wish that he would just stop putting me down.

"Of course not Vegeta," I mutter and turn around so that I have my back to him.

I continue preparing an area so that I can actually make him a drink. I open the cupboards over my head and sigh at the small selection of drinks that I own.

| You really should have gone to the shops |

I bring them all out from the cupboard and lay them all out in a line as if waiting inspection. Vegeta parades over and I point to each container.

"So…what do you want Veggie-chan? Kóhì , Kóchà or Kókòa?"

I saw a scowl cross his face and I realised that I had just called him something that he used as an excuse to fight me everytime our paths crossed. I put my guard up, prepared for some sarcastic comment or some movement.

Nothing happened.

I looked up at Vegeta's face. The scowl was still there but he wasn't making any attempt to attack me.

| Strange…why isn't he moving |

Seeing as I wasn't receiving any response from the Prince, good or bad, I attempted to get an answer from him by asking him the question again.

"Erm…Vegeta? What drink would you like?"

His face turned towards mine, the scowl removed and a sigh dispersed from his lips.

| God…I wish I could just kiss them |

I quickly blinked to stop myself from going into a trance and finally got a response from him.

"I'll have Kókòa Kakarott."

| What? No harsh remark? No…I was thinking about it you stupid commoner clown? |

"Erm…ok then Vegeta. I guess I'll have the same."

| Only because you're addicted to the stuff…Vegeta probably is too…the chocolate is dark and mysterious…like him |

"Kakarott? Are you gonna stand there or are you gonna move some time this century?!"

I shake my head and slowly pick two cups up from their hanging place over the window. Carefully putting them down on the counter, I add the chocolate powder to hot milk and stir the mixture together, ensuring that there is enough chocolate in the cup. I hand Vegeta one cup, one without a chip, and head back towards the living room, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

| You don't wanna be far away from him. You wanna be close to him…you…|

"Oh shut up!"

I cover my mouth with one hand, forgetting that I am carrying a cup of boiling hot chocolate drink. The cup falls to the floor and smashes into a million pieces, spilling chocolate all over the red rug on the wooden floor.

Vegeta looks at me with a smirk on his face.

"Ah…the great Kakarott is not just stupid…he's insane aswell."

I scold myself for allowing my anger and frustration to channel out in such a way that Vegeta could hear. I drop down to my knees and stare at the rug, now completely ruined. I pick myself up and seat myself on the sofa, not having the strength to get up and make myself another cup of the rich substance.

Vegeta sits by the fire again, purposely blocking the heat from reaching me. He smirks at me, as if he is purposely trying to get me to challenge him to a fight.

| I won't do it…he can't make me |

He continues to smirk at me. Taking his cup in one hand, he swirls the drink around in the container and takes in a deep breath, allowing the sweet smell to float into his being.

| He's teasing me…trying to get me annoyed |

He takes a quick sip of the drink, and when he looks up, I see that his lips are completely covered in chocolate. He licks his lips delicately, making me groan inside. It's almost like he's flirting with me…

| Is he? No…he can't be… |

I twiddle my thumbs as Vegeta continues to drink the chocolate.

| Ask him why he's here! |

I take a deep breath to ask him the question.

| What if he shouts at me? |

| Well…that's about the worst he can do |

| But…I don't want him to be angry at me |

| He always is |

| Good point |

I take another breath and prepare myself. Vegeta seems to have noticed my gasp and turns his entire body to face me. I groan again. His spandex suit leaves nothing to my imagination. I can see every curve, every muscle of his wonderfully toned body.

"Did you say something Kakarott?"

"Erm…Vegeta…can I ask…well…why you have come here?"

I prepare myself for the worst. However, I am not prepared for what does come.

He stands up and ventures away from the fire to the other side of the room, keeping his back to me. I await his answer with interest, it is unusual for him to take this long to reply to a question coming from my lips. He coughs, but does not turn around. He moves the cup about in circles again and takes another sip, before finally answering my question with one of his own.

"Why do you want to know Kakarott?"

I am startled at first that Vegeta has asked such a question. I stumble to find words but finally utter the words.

" I'm just curious…that's all."

He laughs briefly. Still…he does not turn around and seems fascinated by the cup that he holds in his hands. I wait again, not wishing to hurry his answer. After a few seconds, he finally speaks.

"I just wondered why you never came to visit Kakarott…you've never been over for a spar."

"Vegeta…you were the one who stopped coming to our usual spars. I thought that maybe you didn't want to see me again."

| Though…man I wanted to see you |

He does not reply. I sigh in a frustrated manner.

| What is he hiding from me? Why won't he talk to me? |

| He never used to talk to you anyway |

| Yeh…but at least I got some acknowledgement |

I sigh again. I look at Vegeta's back and watch him consume the rest of his drink. I slowly walk over to him and put one hand on his shoulder. However, instead of batting me away, he lets it stay there and turns around to face me. I look into his face and gasp when I notice small tears forming in his eyes. He does not let them fall though, he is too proud for that. He pretends that they are not there…but I can see…

| Has he missed me as much as I have missed him? |

| Only one way to find out |

Pulling myself closer to the Saiyan Prince, I put my other hand under his chin and gently lift it up. Looking into his teary obsidian eyes once more, I smile not my usual goofy smile, but one I have reserved just for him.

" I love you Vegeta."

Then I lean forth and kiss my Prince gently on his chocolate stained lips.

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A.N. Woah!!!! Goku has finally made his move on the Saiyan Prince! What will happen in the next chapter? Stay tuned!

Japanese Vocab

kichígaijmità (insane)

Kóhì (coffee)

Kóchà (english tea)

Kókòa (chocolate)