Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Four Star Dragonball ❯ Delayed for a Golden Opportunity! ( Chapter 6 )

Pairing: Vegeta x Goku
Rating: NC-17, um eventually I hope. If I don't chicken out.
Warning: Suicide, Sex, and Violence! There's a nice ring to that.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Wish I did. Then I'd use the dragonballs to kick some ass. I hope I'm not stealing anything from anyone. I know that's a scare lately. I don't read much so my ideas may already be written. Sorry.

Four Star Dragonball
Chapter Six: Delayed for a Golden Opportunity!

Tapping her foot, Bulma frowned as she waited on the phone with the catering services. "Forty-five minutes and still no one picks up?"

"Well, it is summertime; practically everyone is having a party," Mirai Trunks suggested, leaning against the end of the countertop.

Defeated, Bulma sighed. "I guess Goku's party will just have to wait a few days. But it's okay-it will give everyone enough time to rearrange their schedules to be here."

"Peh!!" Vegeta roared, still fuming from being dragged in by Mirai Trunks to `help' the two put up fancy streamers and balloons all over Bulma's greeting room. "Not all humans are slaves to their jobs like you are, Woman!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. High and Mighty!" Bulma retorted as she spun around and slammed the phone back onto the kitchen wall, making Mirai Trunks wince. "It will give you time to work around your stupid training-for-nothing agenda as well because you ARE going to be there!"

"You presume too much," the prince glared. "I wouldn't even dream of setting foot inside a room full of noisy, foul-smelling humans-congregating together for the sole purpose of celebrating a moron's return that has been infecting me with his pitiful nonsense for the past few decades!"

"Oh yeah? We'll see!"

Vegeta chose not to acknowledge the threat and exited the room.

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He wasn't lying when he had said that he would not attend Kakarotto's party. Though the annoying younger Saiyan was one of the few living beings in the universe that would appreciate his presence, insignificant Earthlings drove him up a wall. Surely Kakarotto would understand that he was skipping his party because he hated his friends, not him.

Vegeta halted his workout. Did… Did his thoughts just acknowledge the fact that he didn't hate Kakarotto? For God's sake, he was the supposed foe! Why didn't his mind register that anymore? Perhaps because it was focused on another, forbidden notion; one so deep and powerful he subconsciously fought himself daily to suppress it…

But no longer. The prince paused his exercises took a seat on the gravity chamber's tiled floor and braced himself for the truth.

Okay, so… maybe… he had actually… enjoyed being around the fool all day yesterday. "Urkgkk," he choked. That was harder to admit in his head more than he realized.

What a nightmare-right out of a Twilight Zone episode-having sentimental feelings for his sworn enemy! Vegeta questioned his state of health. No, no fever. But his pulse seemed to speed up at the slightest mention of the low-level Saiyan. Sporadic heart disease? He only wished it was so.

He couldn't deny wanting to see the other Saiyan even now. Kakarotto was the first to ever smile at him when his eyes meet his own; and the only to treat him like an equal without fear. Over the years he had grown to expect that sort of treatment from the younger man, but now that the idiot had been gone for quite some time, the loss of that simple greeting had struck him hard. His life seemed to freeze when Kakarotto disappeared and pick up again when he returned.

Vegeta wiped a trail of blood from the side of his face. Even his workout had increased in vigor since his arrival. He chuckled in amusement. Fine, he would go to Kakarotto's party. He knew the idiot wouldn't understand his reason for not attending anyway.

Then he remembered he still had a large amount of cash that Bulma had given him as part of her `making Kakarotto happy again' plan. At first, Vegeta thought that she had put far too much faith in him, but now… Well now he could go out and take Kakarotto somewhere nice.

He smirked and got up off the floor to shower and change.

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The little princess of Saiyans toddled up the stairs to her father's room, tugging a hungry-looking third-class warrior behind her. Reaching up, she turned the doorknob and burst into the room, immediately letting go Goku's hand as she ran up to Vegeta, who was sitting on the side of his bed and drying his hair.

"Papa!" she grinned as she threw her tiny arms around the Saiyan prince's neck. "I heard you," she pointed to her head.

"Good girl," Vegeta said nonchalantly and patted her hair. He pried his daughter off of him and continued drying.

"I'm hungry now. Bye, Papa, Kakarotto!" Bura waved and left the room.

"Yeah, me too. Let's see what Bulma's mom is cooking for dinner," Goku said and started following the girl.

"Kakarotto," the prince called.

The taller man stopped and turned to Vegeta. "Yeah?"

Finished with his hair, the royal Saiyan grabbed a jacket then stood and walked towards the window of his room and opened it. "Let's go," he commanded and flew out.

It seemed someone was always ordering him about; be it Chichi, Bulma, or Vegeta. Goku sighed once and hopped out the window after Vegeta. He still couldn't fly as well as the Saiyan prince so he floated carefully down to the ground. Vegeta floated down beside him and started walking.

"So, ah, where are we going tonight?" Goku asked as he trailed behind the shorter man.

"This way," Vegeta replied vaguely, stuffing his ungloved hands inside a black leather coat he now sported. It looked expensive to Goku, as did the rest of his attire. The prince wore nice dress slacks and black boots. Other than his Badman outfit, the taller man hardly ever saw the prince in anything other than his blue workout suit.

Goku, himself, still had on the cotton pants and t-shirt the prince had left for him when he showered the other day. Already they were beginning to smell. He would need to get some more clothes some time, though he wondered how. He didn't have a job or a wife that loved to go shopping. Oh, Chichi… Goku's head dropped as his mood worsened. He shouldn't have skipped taking his pills today. He smiled grimly to himself, thinking earlier this morning that he wouldn't need them anymore. How amusing it was now that he realized he was wrong.

"Vegeta, maybe we shouldn't…" Goku started to say but stopped. If he told the prince that he just wanted to curl up in a dark corner somewhere, he would laugh at him for sure. The great hero of Earth, sulking like the big idiot he was-cheerful ol' Goku down and out because of the death of a tiny raven-haired woman that treated him more like one of her own sons than her husband. He began to cry bitter tears, wishing so badly that nothing ever happened; no dragonballs, no adventure, nothing but himself in his little house at Mt. Paozu, enjoying the company of himself only. He never wanted to meet Bulma if he knew he would experience the silent, agonizing pain of loneliness.

Everything slapped him in the face, reminding him how alone he truly was. No one sought out his presence unless there was a threat to his planet. Son Goku was meant to be used and discarded-that was his purpose in life, even according to a world he would never see again. His home planet sent him to Earth to be used as a destruction agent. His Saiyan family obviously didn't even want to raise him.

He should just do everyone a favor and die!

Goku heard footsteps coming towards him, but he felt too ashamed to look up. Once again he broke down and sobbed in front of the one person that should not ever see his weaknesses. Then again, with a flicker of crazed hope, the disgusted Saiyan prince might take advantage of the situation and end his sorry life for him. What an excellent idea!-he could leave this world satisfied to know that `Prince Vegeta' had achieved his lifelong dream.

Vegeta's hand touched Goku's reddened face and lifted his despondent gaze to meet the prince's, his thumb smearing away the tears. Goku stopped breathing and stared into the strangely gentle ebony eyes that belonged to the other Saiyan.

"Stop crying, Kakarotto," Vegeta said with impossible tenderness of his voice. "It does not suit you." Then he closed his eyes and leaned closer to the taller man to meet Goku's lips with a soft kiss.

"!?!!"

Goku felt his brain implode on itself. No force in the universe could even begin to comprehend what the angry prince of Saiyans did. He… he just kissed Goku! Kissed him! KISS. K-I-S-S, as in a display of the foreign emotion called affection! The taller man's tears vanished instantly and were replaced with incredulity, absolute total shock. His hand shot up to cover his mouth after Vegeta released him and staggered back from the prince.

Vegeta watched Goku's reaction with slight irritation, yet carefully concealed his emotions from the other Saiyan. He snorted and turned to continue walking on. The fool could choose for himself whether or not to carry on accompanying him to get dinner. Then he heard the low level Saiyan blast off from the ground, heading in the opposite direction. Despite being rejected, Vegeta found himself smirking in a most agreeable manner-he had caused Kakarotto's ki to skyrocket so much that he was able to fly again.

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Son Goku retreated to his room at Capsule Corp, his appetite long forgotten. He curled himself around Grandpa Gohan's pillow on the bed and tried to make sense of what happened in the past hour. Vegeta had just… No! That couldn't have possibly occurred! No one had ever done that, other than his late wife. Was he disgracing her memory? Guilt and shame flooded his mind. What a truly low class warrior he was-letting his guard down so easily in questionable company.

Suddenly Goku understood. This-k-kiss-was another attempt at trying to best him. What better time than now to take advantage of his weakened state, his raw emotions. He nearly laughed himself silly for ever regarding the Saiyan prince as harmless.

He never felt so… betrayed. He had thought that over the years the shorter man would soften up to him and consider him an ally and end this useless rivalry. So much for a lasting friendship.

Goku slipped from the bed and padded over to the bathroom. He filled a glass with water as his throat tightened in bitter unhappiness. How merciless an act Vegeta had committed; toying with his bleeding heart. Goku popped open the bottle of pills he left there last night. Maybe he should take more than the usual two to make up for missing a dose. Or hell, take them all. If he survived, he would feel better under the influence of so many drugs.

He smiled and emptied the bottle into his mouth.