Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sunset ❯ Sunset ( One-Shot )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Short little thing I randomly wrote while bored. :3 Meant to loosely follow the events of "Abrupt Revelation," in that Vegeta has already confessed his feelings for Goku when this story picks up.

I might've set the rating on the story a bit too high; "15+" would probably be more appropriate, but I figured it'd be better to go a little high than a little low.

Aaaaand, I don't own DBZ!

Please enjoy the story, and do enlighten me as to your thoughts. ^^

Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 09.07.2006 | Updated On: 09.07.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed

Goku traced circles in the sand. “So, so you…love me.”

A slight inclination of his head indicated that Vegeta had heard the statement.

“What…should we do?”

“That depends entirely on how you feel.”

The long shadows cast by abandoned umbrellas in the sunset covered Goku's face. He leaned forward so that the sunlight danced in his eyes. “It's just really sudden for me, Vegeta.”

“I know. I know.” His eyes rolled over the ocean and shore, and could not look into Goku's gaze. Vegeta inhaled deeply, and then exhaled as quietly as he could. “I wonder, though…”

“Hm?” his eyes flicked up and he leaned closer to the prince, who strained not to close the distance between them.

“How do you feel?”

He shifted and rubbed one arm hesitantly. “I, um…”

Vegeta's heart sunk. Goku's cautiousness said everything. Unable to face the truth and head home, the prince leaned back until his spine was pressed into the still-warm sand. “All right,” he whispered in resigned hopelessness.

Goku shivered at the eeriness of the sound - Vegeta's voice, not stubborn or fiery, but soft and forlorn. “What can I do…to make you feel better, Vegeta?”

“Nothing at all.”

Moments, years, passed in silence as they watched the sun disappear. Goku could not bring himself to leave Vegeta in this state. Before it had melted behind the horizon, he turned back to the prince, who was still lying down. “I just need to think some, Vegeta. I don't want to decide something and regret it.”

“I know.”

And again he could not bear the sound. Vegeta's voice was shaky, as if he might be on the edge of crying. “Then again, I don't know what there is to think about. What do I have to decide? What is, is, and I guess I just have to discover it.”

Vegeta tilted his head forward, but turned onto his side so that his back faced Goku, his shoulder blades and spine highlighted by the last traces of light reflected from the sea. Goku reached out to trail his finger along them, curiosity riddling his features, and Vegeta shook at the sensation. “Are you mocking me, Kakarrot?” he asked weakly.

“No,” Goku responded gently. He leaned over so as to mirror Vegeta's position; his left shoulder almost buried in the sand as he rested on his side. The man stretched his other arm out and used both hands to feel over Vegeta's back, massaging it from his shoulders to the place where his tail used to be. When the younger Saiyajin pulled his hands back, Vegeta turned over to face him, eyeing Goku questioningly. “How was that?”

“Why are you staying here?” Vegeta ignored the question.

“I don't want to leave with you so upset.”

“I don't need your pity.”

“I know.”

“So why don't you go?”

“Do you want me to? Maybe I'll just spend the night here,” Goku smiled, the starlight now the only thing highlighting his features.

“With me?”

“I don't see why not,” he felt somehow more relieved. “It's not as if something bad will happen if I do.”

Vegeta nodded, but felt knives driving through his heart. His fingers curled and stretched as he wondered how he would handle this - being so close to Goku, for such an amount of time, all alone… His mind snapped back to reality, and he bit his lip guiltily.

“Are you cold at all?”

“Not really,” the prince muttered. Not physically, at least.

Goku scooted closer. “You sure? You don't even have a shirt on.”

“I'm fine,” he retorted gruffly.

The larger Saiyajin peeled the tight tank top from his chest and held it out to Vegeta. The prince focused on Goku and let his eyes trail over the man's torso, but he did not take the top. Goku shrugged and placed it to the side, smiling amusedly at Vegeta as he continued to look him over. “You act like you've never seen me shirtless before,” the Saiyajin chuckled.

“S-sorry,” Vegeta flushed. He hunched his shoulders and turned to face away from Goku once more.

“Vegeta…” Goku whispered, reaching out for him. He drew the prince up close to him, wrapping his arms around Vegeta. “I don't know how to make this better.” And his eyes shone to the brim with tears under the crescent moon. “For once, I don't know how to fix everything.”

With the other Saiyajin pulled up so close behind him, Vegeta shuddered. “Why are you doing this for me?”

“Because…you're you. You're Vegeta.” Goku smiled warmly, nuzzling the prince's shoulder. “You mean a lot to me, probably more than anyone else.”

Vegeta marveled at Goku's affection. He did all this, yet he wasn't attracted to the smaller Saiyajin? “Why do you torture me like this?” he mouthed, and Goku only embraced him more tightly.

“It's kind of weird,” Goku whispered. “Have you ever heard anyone talk about how the time of day affects your mood?”

“Bulma hates the mornings, if that's what you mean,” he responded simply, keeping things open for the other man to continue with his point.

“Sort of.”

“Well, what are you talking about?”

“It's nighttime now,” he murmured, and even though he was only pointing out the obvious, Vegeta quivered at the crystalline beauty of Goku's voice. “And my mood is…different.”

He shook with hope. “What do you mean?”

With his arms still encircling Vegeta's torso, Goku leaned his head in to rest against the prince's nape. He breathed gently against it, and outlined Vegeta's musculature delicately with the tips of his fingers. “The lines between friendship and something else blur and blur until I can't remember where I am. I get lost in the night.”

Vegeta took in a sharp breath when Goku's fingers strayed below his bellybutton, along his hipbone, and played with the elastic of his underwear.

“And I look around, and I try to figure out, how far past my usual mindset have I strayed? I look for something I recognize, a point of reference. And I see you, and I can never figure out - from where am I looking at you? As your friend, as your rival…? It's too dark for me to see where I'm standing. In the daytime, I always think I know.”

The prince opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He mouthed things hopelessly as Goku pressed up closer to him, sliding his chin up to rest between Vegeta's neck and shoulder.

“In the night, I feel so different.”

“Kakarrot…” he whimpered, reaching for the other man's wrists. “If you're not going anywhere with this, please don't taunt me…”

“I'm not taunting you, Vegeta,” he muttered, nibbling the prince's ear. “I'm just telling you how I feel.”

“It's the moon,” Vegeta breathed. “The moon and the night, and if that's the only reason you're doing this, then leave me alone.” He shivered. “If you don't really feel like that, then go away.”

“I don't want to,” Goku breathed.

Vegeta's voice grew to a crescendo as he spoke. “Then tell me - do you return my sentiment, or do you not?”

“I don't know, Vegeta!” the other Saiyajin shouted back, clutching Vegeta tightly to himself. He bit down hard on Vegeta's ear to show his frustration.

“If it's just your pity, I don't want it!” he moved to jump to his feet, but found himself held down by Goku's tight embrace. “If you're only trying to make me feel better, if you only want to make me hope that I have a chance, then stop it!”

Goku blinked several times and quieted down. “But…don't you want me, Vegeta?”

“Not if I only get you because of your stupid…sentimental need to make me happy! Not if you're only lowering yourself so that I can reach you!”

“Vegeta…” he traced a finger along the back of the other man's leg.

“Well?”

“I can't…decide.”

“Then I can't let you continue on like this,” Vegeta pulled himself free of the other man, still lying in the sand but glaring at him from a distance. Goku whimpered; however, he did not move to get closer. The moon slipped behind a cloud, leaving them in almost complete darkness.

“…Vegeta?” Goku murmured. The two were still enveloped in nighttime as the cloud hung over the moon.

“What now?”

The prince heard stirring to his right, and then felt a soft, wet tongue pressed against his jaw. Even if he couldn't see, he could sense Goku pulling himself over to the prince, kneeling over him with one knee on either side of his waist. Goku ducked his head down again, dipping his tongue into Vegeta's mouth. His hands gently pinned Vegeta's shoulders against the sand, and he let the muscle in his mouth roll over Vegeta's teeth and tongue and lips.

When Goku finally pulled away, the prince breathed shallowly. He murmured sharply, lovingly, “What the hell was that?”

“I think…” Goku began, sitting up just enough to keep his lips from brushing against Vegeta. He spread his hands over the prince's chest, clutching at and massaging every muscle and line and curve that he could find. He lowered his head to rub his cheek against Vegeta's, and then returned his mouth to the older man's lips. “…I've almost made up my mind,” he spoke into Vegeta's mouth.

“Really,” Vegeta breathed, eyes smoldering as they adjusted to the darkness and watched the other Saiyajin's movements. “Is there any way I might be able to expedite this process?”

“Mmm,” Goku's eyes narrowed, glazed over with a hazy expression. He let his knees stretch out from their bent position, his legs sliding back along Vegeta's, and his body finally sank down. His hips crushed into the prince's, and Vegeta gasped, wrapping his arms and legs around Goku. “All you need to do,” Goku's voice was sultry, and his words were thick with an accent that was purely his, “is convince me that I'm making the right decision.”

Vegeta mumbled something in another language, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when Goku's hand wandered down between his legs. “Kaaa…” he managed.

“Good,” Goku chuckled.