Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Downward Spiral ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter Seven

He groaned loudly, he was starting to really loathe this infernal silence, it just made his thoughts louder and his hope smaller, and the sound of the quiet was far too loud . . . Every breath, every move and every ticking of the clock sounded loud enough to shatter an eardrum. His head felt like it was spinning, so many things were attacking his mind!

Slowly Goku's eyes travelled across the lounge to Bulma, she had barely said one word to him on the way to CC and hadn't said anything since they sat down, all she did was stare out of the windows as if hypnotised - the temptation to tell her the answers to their problems weren't outside was overwhelming. How could she be so cool when everything was goingso bad?

It looked as though she was shivering; she had to be cold or very upset.

Goku sighed, his dark eyes moving to the mobile by his side. It was if the more he stared at it the more it might ring, he knew it was stupid but he was so desperate to hear the news he longed for - he just wanted Vegeta to call and say he was better and didn't need to cut, or for Gohan to ring and say he was awake and just made a mistake . . .

It wasn't going to happen though, was it? He had to face that reality, there weren't going to be any magical solutions tohis problems . . . No one would be calling to say everything was fine, he'd just have to find his own solutions and help them as best as he could.

Stretching out on the soft material of the sofa Goku took the chance to have a good look around; it made him smile, on the way here Bulma was complaining and apologising how small the room was but looking around the place was the size of a football pitch! It was filled with the most exquisite things, the only thing that was missing was - was life . . . A living room is designed to be lived in after all . . .

He turned back to Bulma who was trapped in a world of her own.

“Hey, Bulma?”

Turning around in the armchair with a smile she snapped back to reality. “What's up?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm not much company right now, huh? It's just with Vegeta and especially Gohan . . . I don't know, I'm just worried I guess.”

Goku jumped as a loud slamming noise echoed throughout the room, it sounded like it was coming from across the building and judging by Bulma's look it was quite normal. Sitting up he leant quizzically to his side looking behind him through the open door, giving a shrug he turned back to Bulma who simply rolled her eyes.

“That'll be -.”

“Kami damn you brats! If you don't shut up I'll blast you to HFIL!”

Goku winced. The screaming was deafening! He knew that voice anywhere! He also knew what was going on. Luckily though it sounded like they were quite far away so he still had a minute to get some advice from Bulma. Looking at her she was squinting with frustration and clenching her fists - only Vegeta could annoy someone without even being in the same room as them . . .

“ -Vegeta.” She sighed.

“Sounds like he hasn't told Trunks and Goten about what's been happening, otherwise they wouldn't be so hyper.”

“I totally forgot!” Raking a hand nervously through her hair she shot up suddenly, shaking slightly with panic. She'd totally forgot that! The boys didn't know, and someone had to tell them, but it wasn't exactly something easy to do, and Kami! How would they react? What would they say? Damn . . . “Goku, they don't know yet about what's going on? One of us has to tell them. Which one of us is it going to be?”

“Huh? Why does it have to be one of us? I mean about Chi and me breaking up, and about Gohan you could get Chi to tell them or Piccolo!”

“You're scared to tell them aren't you? Don't worry it won't be that bad, but Chi and Piccolo can't be the ones to break it to them. I mean if Chi tells them then they'll get a fairytale untrue version.” She couldn't look at him for too long, he looked so innocent and confused; it was impossible to think he didn't already know that.

“Well what about Piccolo?”

“He'll give the truth to them Vegeta style, blunt and painful.”

“Well why don't you tell them then, Bulma? I mean I needed to talk to Vegeta in private anyway right? Whilst I talk to him you could break it to the boys.”

He waited a minute in silence as Bulma thought it through; she walked over to the sofa to Goku and sat down softly. She had to admit, it actually sounded like a good idea . . . She smiled slightly and leant back, locking eyes with Goku.

“Yeah okay, but if you and Vegeta end up a couple then you'll be the one telling them that one.” She gave a soft laugh, “I'm not going to be the one piling on all the news and life-changing surprises.” She gave him a wink to show she was being sincere.

“Err, yeah - about that . . . I kind of need some advice . . .”

“You mean about Vegeta?”

“Yeah . . .” His tail began waving behind him nervously as he felt his face go crimson, he was suddenly aware he'd been staring at his hands for a long time. Why was he so embarrassed for anyway? Bulma wouldn't mind some questions, would she? “It's just that -. Well I've never told anyone I've liked them before, I mean Chi was the one to ask me out and - and you've been out with Yamcha and Vegeta, and I was wondering . . . well, how did they ask you out?”

She gave a smile as she placed a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. “Well to tell truth, Yamcha just went bright red and nervous and said it all so fast I could barely make heads or tails of it, it took me ages to figure out what he was trying to say.”

“What about Vegeta?”

“Well that was just lust, not love, we didn't really go out, we just - you know. Anyway, we never loved each other in that way so he never said it.”

“Oh . . .”

“You want my advice?”

He nodded.

“Just say what comes from the heart. Tell him the truth and you'll be fine.”

Goku jumped as their conversation was cut short by a screaming Vegeta storming into the living room, spinning around Goku watched him as he punched a fist hard into the wall, ki flaring wildly. There was a flicker of blue in his eyes, as his face blushed with anger.Great, he was furious, this would be a perfect time to tell him . . . Sighing Goku watched him and felt his heart melt once more, damn though, he looked so cute, even when he was angry he looked cute.

Vegeta flew further in and collapsed onto the floor in front of Goku and Bulma, his tail was dead straight and rigid as rage coursed through his veins, his muscles were tense and he was even grabbing the air from annoyance.

“Those fucking bastards! Damn them!” He glared across the sofa ignoring Goku to stare with great menace to Bulma. “I swear if they come near me I'll blast their heads off! I demand that you keep them away from me!”

“Vegeta, calm the Hell down! Why the HFIL are you so upset?”

He growled, punching the air wildly as he yelled loudly once more. “You want to know why I'm upset? I picked them up from school like you wanted, and I'll tell you, first I had to have a meeting with their imbecile of a teacher, apparently those freaks have tried to teach the class mice to ki blast -.”

“Is that even possible?” Goku asked looking puzzled . . .

“Of course it bloody isn't! They were just being stupid and trying to have fun! I don't know where they got the idea from, or why they thought it amusing but Kami their teacher had a lot to say about it!”

Bulma gave a short chuckle.

“What's so funny?”

“Well, I just thought if a monkey like you can ki blast why can't a mouse? I'm pretty sure they have more brains after all . . .”

“Shut up! You don't know what they did next! You want to know what happened afterwards?”

“What?”

“Well I brought them home andcame in after they finally stopped crying -.”

Bulma lifted her hand and leant forward. “Wait, why were they crying?”

“You think I'd let them get away with what they did? I was bored out of my mind in that meeting! Anyway -.” He said shaking a hand at Bulma, “Then I went to put Goku's crap away and they decided to draw pictures of me - in a freaking tutu! So believe me when I say that I soon taught them a lesson they won't ever forget.”

Bulma glared at him as he started laughing. “Where are they now, Vegeta?”

“How the hell should I know?”

She gave a scream of frustration as she stormed out of the living room, slamming the door behind. Vegeta carried on laughing, his eyes almost watering.

“Did they really do all that?”

“Hard to believe, huh? Well I wouldn't have thought that my brat was stupid enough to mock me, but apparently he is.”

“So what did you do to them?” He was starting to get worried now, Vegeta was strict with punishments at the best of times, and Trunks was used to it, so to get Trunks to cry . . . What did he do to them?

“Nothing that bad.” He paused and moved over to the sofa, collapsing onto the soft fabric by Goku.

Goku felt his heart race. At least the Prince seemed more relaxed now; despite the fact his sadistic side made Bulma furious and left the Goku wondering if the boys were okay, he was happy about it all . . . Goku watched him nervously. Man, he was so gorgeous, it wasn't often he smiled, but when he did - wow. Kami! He was getting distracted! He was supposed to be telling Vegeta what he felt not admiring his body and looks . . . His stomach twisted in fear. Why was this so hard?

Vegeta was the first to break the silence, turning to face Goku fully. “So the onna told me you wanted to talk?”

“Err yeah . . .” He could feel his breathing speed up as it got harder and harder to breathe, he just wanted to run away and forget about it, this as way to hard to do! The `what-ifs' were plaguing his mind non-stop . . .

“Well what's it about? Chi, Gohan, me or what?”

“It's about you . . .”

Vegeta raised an eyebrow and looked Goku suspiciously in the eye. Goku looked so nervous and so embarrassed . . . It was strange; he'd never seen him like this before . . . “I'm guessing this isn't about the cuts?”

Goku winced; this was getting more difficult by the second! It'd be so easy to say it was and ignore this, but how long could he hide his feelings? No - he had to tell him how he felt and it had to be now. “No - err . . . It's a little - well it's - look, promise me `Geta that you won't freak out?”

“I promise."

“You won't go all weird or anything?”

“No. Now spit it out, Kakarott!”

Fidgeting wildly Goku felt his face blush like crazy, it was impossible to stay calm, even Bulma's advice and support couldn't help him through this moment. What if he said no? What if he said yes? Damn, this could ruin their friendship; yet it could make things so much better . . . Man, what was he supposed to do? He struggled to find his nerve and realised that telling Vegeta would be impossible. Maybe he should try his direct approach . . .?

“'Geta? You mind if I show you instead of tell you?”

“Fine. Whatever it is then show me, just do it now before I tire of this conversation!”

Okay, well he asked for it, right? Goku turned fully to face Vegeta eye to eye, the Prince seemed so curious and yet so confused, his face was observing Goku for any clues about what was to happen . . . Goku nearly moaned aloud, his deep, onyx eyes were so alluring, so attractive he could stare into them for years and never grow tired.

Vegeta shivered as Goku carefully placed a hand upon his neck, gently stroking it lightly causing him to grow warm, he hated to admit it but Goku's touch felt kind of nice too. Leaning closer he felt his tail wave behind him and his heart beat faster.

Goku breathed deeply. Well, this was it. He couldn't change his mind now, he'd have to do it and see what Vegeta felt. He leant closer causing Vegeta to shudder as he felt Goku's moist breath on his cheek.

Goku could have melted from the touch as he brought his lips to the being in front of him, Vegeta felt so soft it was unbelievable; gently kissing him he softly leant further into him, wrapping his arms around the tight muscles of his body. He nearly lost control as he heard a low moan escape Vegeta's mouth and felt his tail wrap slowly around his waist, it made his want to cry aloud, he felt so warm, so relaxed, he wanted more.

As Vegeta's mouth opened Goku took the opportunity to get more access plunging his tongue in, tasting the sweet sensation of the Prince, the sweet warm taste was amazing, no words could describe it - this felt so good, so right . . . The kiss grew more passionate as he pushed Vegeta onto his back, lying him on the couch, the kiss not breaking once - he felt himself grow as Vegeta returned the kisses, each one growing more and more intense, growing more and more passionate. He groaned as Vegeta's hand stroked his back sensitively.

Moaning loudly he broke the kiss, looking deep into Vegeta's eyes - his eyes were full of surprise and joy, lust and love . . . Goku smiled, he could look into these eyes forever, the beauty in them was overwhelming. Did this mean Bulma was right? Did this mean Vegeta liked him in return, even loved him?

His thoughts broke as suddenly he felt Vegeta's hand push hard at his chest, he looked back into the eyes but this time saw nothing but shock and panic. Vegeta pushed him again knocking him away. He landed on the bottom of the sofa, gazing with total confusion and pain at his companion who'd now climbed off the sofa and was pacing the room.

“Vegeta?” Goku's voice was trembling, the warmth and lust within him had faded with pain but his love was ever strong. “What's the matter? Did I do something wrong? Don't you love me?”

“It - it isn't you Goku. Kami, I'm sorry Kakarott - I just - I - I'm sorry!” He mumbled, grabbing his head as if he was in pain, he looked like he was on the verge of tears. “I - I'm sorry.”

Without warning he'd raced out the room. What the HFIL happened? Wasn't Vegeta enjoying it? Didn't he let Goku do it and return it too? This had to be his fault, he did something wrong, he hurt him and scared him . . . Goku felt his heart rip in two . . . This was too much, too painful . . .

He felt a tear fall over his cheek as the phone rang shaking him from his painful trance and aching mind. It took all his strength to pick the contraption up, who would want to speak to him? Why couldn't they just leave him to his own agony? Picking it up he flipped it open and sighed heavily with pain.

“Hello?” He said holding back his tears. “What - you're joking? Kami!”

A smile broke from his quivering lip as he raced to the doors flinging them open; the phone fell from his shaking hand as he screamed for his two friends.

“Vegeta! Bulma! Gohan's awake! He's finally woken up!”