Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tough Love ❯ Heartbreak ( Chapter 3 )

Author: Carly

Warnings: Language, violence, Shounen-Ai, Yaoi, AU, rape, POV, and occasional fluffiness.

Couple: Goku/Vegeta

Chapter Two: HeartBreak

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I jerk my head up when the shrill school bell rings, what, how did I get here? I blink in confusion a few times before I wipe some drool from my chin. Blinking a few times I turn at the sound of insane giggling. It makes my head hurt. Looking to the side I see Chi Chi and Bulma, Kami am I pissed at Bulma. But I have become almost as good as Vegeta at hiding my feelings. Speaking of Vegeta, were is he? Blinking a few times I look at the clock, homeroom is almost half over and he's still not here? I know he's been late before but…never this late. Biting my lip softly I turn my eyes to the door to see my prince walk in. He has his head bowed a bit as he explains softly why he's late. Lifting his head, I see a very nasty looking cut on his cheek. How did he get that?! It makes me furious just thinking that my Vegeta has been injured!

He glares at Bulma and Yamcha as he passes them, some very rude remark leaving his silky lips. I can still feel his lips on mine. When he sits beside me, wait, he sits by me. That must mean he's not upset with me. I tilt my head to the side and blink a few times. "Vegeta? What happened?" He frown, seeing his wrists having bandages on them, he pulls down his long sleeves and continues to look down at his desk silently. The teacher yells something about free time and working on our main project with our partners. Guess who mine is. Vegeta of course. I move my desk closer to his, while everyone else does the same. I reach out and put my hand over his, he doesn't pull away either. It makes me fairly happy. But then I look at the cut being held together by stitches on his cheek. "Vegeta, please tell me." He sighs, and looks to my hand, which is covering his.

"I got in a fight." He shrugged softly and I gave his hand a soft squeeze before he glared at the desktop. "Fine, I got in a fight with my dad and he threw me into the wall. But I hit the corner and I got this cut." He shrugged again and I decided not to ask about the cuts on his wrists…I could guess what happened. I nod and gently rub his knuckles, which are also a bit cut signaling he had actually fought back this time. Usually he just let his dad hit him then he went to his room to sleep it off…kinda like I do with my brother and cousin. I am tempted to rest my head on his shoulder for a moment…but then I barely manage to stop myself. I continue to stroke his knuckles softly though…and he looks up at me tilting his head to the side a bit. "Kakarott…about last night…" Wow…he's bringing it up? I thought I was going to have to. But I nod softly and wait for him to continue as I search his eyes…they don't seem cold. They're usually so cold and mean. But now they're open and caring…caring? That is something I've never seen in Vegeta's eyes. His mouth his part way open and I am so very tempted to lean in and kiss him, but I stop myself once again. This is no way to act. I need to keep my thoughts straight…well…as straight as they can be any ways. He bites his lip and I resist the urge to do the same. I find it strange how no one is looking at us, me holding his hand and all. "Why? Why did you kiss me?" He whispered softly, just loud enough for me to hear, in fact, I had to lean in a bit to hear him.

I pause, almost as if I had to think about it. But I don't. I glance at Bulma and Chi Chi who are chatting about something, which is, pointless and will get them no where in life. "Because I…" I paused, I was scared, scared of his rejection. He leaned in a bit more, and I licked by dry lips to wet them as I gaze into his dark eyes. He raises a brow, waiting for my answer. I get lost in his eyes…then I realize that I can't tell him here. "I'll tell you tonight. At our tree house after practice." He nods his lips a straight line. I smile a bit. "But if you want me to tell you…you have to smirk." He snorts softly before a small smirk pulls at his lips. I release his hand and instantly I want to clutch it again. But I don't.

After homeroom school went about normally, well as normally as it can go any ways. That is, until lunch came around. I went to the lunch line just like I did every other day, I made a bit of small talk with a few people I know from my other class. But, just as I was about to walk towards the `usual' table, I heard the familiar shouts of Bulma and Vegeta. Quickly, or as quickly as I could with the growing crowd, I moved towards the table where the shouts were coming from. Setting down my plate I smile, trying to ease a bit of the tension. "Boy! I sure am hungry!" But I go practically ignored. Vegeta glances at me before he looked back at Bulma, glaring at her beneath his dark bangs. Bulma glances at me, glaring, then looks back at Vegeta before flipping her hair in that annoying manner.

"Whatever Vegeta. You're just upset because I want someone much sweeter and more handsome than you." Uh oh…I know what happened now. Vegeta clenches his fists, making his slightly cut knuckles turn white as he grits his teeth. I can practically feel him grinding his teeth in anger. I sit, next to him while Chi Chi is over by Bulma and…Yamcha. I blink a few times, wow so this is for real huh? It's the break up of Bulma and Vegeta. She flips her hair again before Yamcha wraps his arms around her waist and rests his head on her shoulder.

"You didn't even have the decency to wait until we broke up!?" My prince almost growls, I forgot how scary he is when pissed. He hits his soda with the back of his hand, sending it flying into the wall and basically exploding. The room falls silent, I can hear my heart pounding loudly as he glares at the two others. I glance at Chi Chi, she's biting her thumb nail softly, eyes wide. I look back at Vegeta, I have never seen him so angry, but I can understand why. He trusted Bulma. He told me how he didn't trust anyone…how he trusted me and that blue haired girl, and what does she do? She goes and breaks his heart. What if he doesn't trust me any more? No, he'll still trust me. Shaking his head, I watch him turn before leaving the room, his flame like hair the only indicator of his small body. Biting the inside of my cheek I frown and looked over at Bulma and Yamcha who are sucking face.

"How could you Bulma? That was a majorly bitchy thing to do." I pushed my tray back, glaring at the girl before I turn and leave the cafeteria. There was no way I was going to let Vegeta alone. Kami only knows what he would do. I look down the halls before I spot him turn a corner. Stepping quickly I follow after him, down a hall where there are usually little to no people, especially during lunch. I turn the corner, and down by the door I see the smaller boy sitting against the wall, his knees pulled up to his chest. I know why he came over here. So they didn't have to see him at a weak moment. I moved and stand by him a moment, looking down I notice his dark eyes staring at the floor blankly. Crossing my legs I sit beside him silently. Nothing is spoken between us for sometime…then I reach out and take his hand softly in mine. "Vegeta?" I whisper his name softly and his dark chocolate brown irises turn towards me. I've never seen his eyes so sad before…

"I don't understand why she would do this." He shook his head softly, resting his chin on his knees. I feel him squeeze my hand softly and I rest my head on his shoulder, I'm not scared to show my affection for him now, there's no one around any ways. He sighs, his shoulders lift a bit before lowering once more. Why does he have to be hurting so much? I want to do anything I can to fix his pain.

"I know. It wasn't right of her." He nods slowly, then looks to me. I smile a bit and reach up with my other hand to caress his cheek softly. I lean in a bit, then I notice something I never saw before. Vegeta has freckles. Across the bridge of his nose and under his eyes. I've never seen them before. I blink stupidly for a moment before I smile again. "I kissed you last night because…" I trailed off, rubbing my thumb against his cheekbone. "Because I care for you. More than any one in the world." His lips part in a silent gasp and his eyes widen ever so slightly. I nod slowly, a smile on my face as he leans in just a bit more. "Its true." He nods a bit and I keep a hold of his one hand. My other hand though, it slowly sneaks around to the base of his skull where I massage softly, pulling him in closer. "I…really do…" He nods once more, his lips parted slightly, his eyes closing, then I touch my lips to his.

I can hear his soft gasp against my lips, and slowly I close my eyes. My hand continues to massage the back of his neck softly as I scoot a bit closer to him. His hands lift and rest gently on my knees and he responds. Gods…I can't believe how nice it is to feel him press his lips to mine. I completely forget that we're in school, that someone could be watching us, and that we could be caught. I don't care though. I don't think he does either at the moment. I continue to kiss him softly, my tongue slowly tracing along his thin and soft lips. His mouth opens ever so slightly and I'm granted entrance into his silky mouth. A soft sound of content leaves his mouth, vibrating against my tongue. Slowly I pull back after exploring his hot mouth. I bit his lower lip softly before I place a soft peck on his lips and pull back enough so that his face isn't blurry to my eyes. His eyes are still closed, but only for a moment. Slowly his eyes flutter open and he bites his lip softly. I can tell what he's thinking…almost. He's unsure now. But I want him to feel better, and so far I think I've done a good job of it. At least for a bit any ways. I pull the silent and proud older boy to my chest and nuzzle my nose against his cheek softly. But I'm careful of the stitches on his left cheek. I don't want him to hurt any more than he already is both physically and emotionally.

Holding him I feel complete, I think he feels safe because his lean muscles aren't nearly as tense as normally. I kiss his cut cheek softly, he doesn't wince and I feel myself filling with warmth. I hear him sigh, his chest heaves slightly and I gently run my fingers up and down his spine. "You're so strong…" I whisper softly, he's strong, we both are. We need to be with who our family is. His eyes close, completely relaxing against me and trusting me to keep him safe. I glance at the clock, just to see how much longer we have to cuddle. Almost a half-hour. Perfect, I couldn't have asked for more. I rub my nose in his hair and I can feel him smiling. His hair is so much softer than I had ever imagined it to be. He smells so sweet too…like green apples. I love green apples.

I glance down at my prince, his eyes are still closed and he is cuddling against me. I've never seen him so relaxed. It fills me with more love for him knowing that I can bring him such serenity. That's when my, our, fairy tale comes to a crashing halt. Looking down the hall I spot Krillin. Oh no. His eyes are wide and it looks like he's about to faint. I don't know how long he's been there. But with mind and Vegeta's bad luck he saw us kiss too. I think he did, his face looks disgusted. His lips move but neither Vegeta nor I hear. In fact, Vegeta's eyes are still closed and he's still leaning comfortably against me. My eyes are wide, probably with fear too. Quickly my bald friend darts back down the opposite way and Vegeta's eyes open half way.

"Kakarott? Did you hear something?" What should I say? I just tilt his chin up towards me and smile, kissing his lips softly. I don't want to worry him. So for now I'll keep my mouth shut and hopefully I can convince Krillin not to say anything. I pull back and smile down at him; he looks up at me with a small smile, almost like he's drugged. But I know he's not. I pull him back against me…and I begin to pray to all the deities that I can think of that our kisses and such will not become public knowledge.

Gently I stand, pulling him with me. He looks confused and his brows furrow together in a cute confused manner I take his hand softly and lean down, since I'm about four inches taller than him, and whisper in his ear. "How about we ditch the rest of the day and go catch a movie?" He smirks a bit and pushes me, causing our hands to come unclasped but I don't mind. At least he isn't upset about Bulma any more…or I can't tell that he is anyhow. Nodding we walk to the nearest exit and we leave the school grounds with out caring if we get caught or not. No one will care about a troublemaker (Vegeta) and a failing student (me). Yeah, I'm not doing to hot in school…but I don't care. I come because I get to see my lovely prince.

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