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I had to get this one out ASAP it was bothering me.
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Chapter 19 (VP) Exposure:
“You know I can sense you,” I smirk turning slowly to him, surprised that he’s come to see me and glad that he decided to do it in the security of the Gravity Machine. No one will hear our conversation here or bother us with nosy questions once they sense us together.
“Yeah,” he says, “but I wasn’t exactly trying to hide my power level from you.” He knows damn well that he is too close in proximity to me right now to hide it even if he wanted to. He smiles at me and comes closer but turns his attention to the controls as he passes them. “I’m surprised I wasn’t flattened coming in here like this. It’s a good thing the machine is off. You train so much, Vegeta. You should really try taking a break every once in a while.”
“I could use a break,” I nod and although this is awkward, given our kiss just this morning, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Waiting around to see what he’ll say has been the hardest part. I add, just to fill the silence, “I wasn’t doing any heavy training, just a warmup, really.”
He continues to smile, looking down at the panel, acknowledging what I said, but I don’t know what to make of his quiet demeanor. Then he turns and makes long stride towards me, and the seconds pass like an eternity.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, needing to know more than wanting to hear the answer.
He hesitates, but not for long. He reaches out a hand to touch my shoulder gently and rubs my skin with his thumb. His touch is cool on my burning flesh, and I look down at the contact between us, the caress itself is unfamiliar and yet soothing. I hear him say, “I couldn’t wait until tomorrow…”
I pull away, I can’t help it, while I answer, “Why’s that? You have something else you want to say?”
“No,” he shakes his head, his voice laced with emotion, “How can I try to put this into words? Vegeta…”
I only spend a split second searching his eyes before we kiss, and it’s so unlike any kiss we’ve shared before. It’s pure and honest; base and simple.
I attempt to pull away again quickly, but he tugs me back to him and we reconnect, exploring so much more than we did earlier. His grip is surer, his kiss is unrelenting.
“Vegeta,” he says in between our engaging nips at one another’s mouths, “What do you want from me?”
I answer, my heart rate climbing, and my will to question this failing, “Everything… anything you’ll give me.”
His eyes are so different from… before, and my vision seems blurred by emotion. He replies, our voices now nothing more than a whisper, “I’ve never done this… and I’m… not sure what to say about… us…”
“Then don’t say anything,” I smile crookedly, and make my sentiments known by reaching directly for the lower hem of his shirt and pulling it up and out of his pants.
“You’ve really been thinking about this, huh?” he smiles down at me, and I can tell that he’s conceding to the idea.
I can only smirk back as I slowly lift his shirt upwards. He doesn’t fight me on it. Before I know it, I’m tossing his shirt to the floor, and his torso is bare and available. I kiss his chest gingerly as I undo the sash on his pants. He’s rubbing his hands along my shoulders, his breath getting heavier and deeper.
“Take your boots off,” I command of him, and I work my own off as well, watching him, just as he’s watching me.
I crook a finger at him, beckoning him closer when he pauses to stare, both of us now in nothing but pants in the otherwise bare room of my training quarters. He moves towards me and I notice the slight blushing of his cheeks, and it only serves to turn me on more. We move in simultaneously for a hungry kiss and I use the opportunity to pull his pants down to his thighs, along with his boxers, and free his hard cock from confinement. He groans when I take a hold of it, and gasps when I begin to stroke it confidently.
“Vegeta,” he says in a soft voice.
“I want you,” I rumble back, “That’s why you came here, isn’t it?”
He blushes and says, “I… Yes, I…”
I kiss him again, hearing all I needed to hear, and go back to playing with his cock.
It isn’t long before I have him exactly where I want him; squirming on the ground, chest heaving as I work his cock with my mouth and one of my hands and pump my engorged member with my free fist.
He moans my name, and I hum over him.
“Vegeta…. Ahh…”
“VEGETA!”
“AH! What?!” I wake up in a sweat, face down in a bed I somehow managed to find in the middle of the night.
Bulma’s staring at me. No, glaring. She looks good. Shit the party.
“You were supposed to be ready an hour ago! Everyone’s gonna be here any minute! Do you know how long it took me to find you?! I had to get Trunks to help me!” She yells, her hands on her hips.
I groan and let my face fall back into the pillows, covering it to hide any sign of my humiliation. My cock is achingly hard, and my chest is hurting from the lie my brain fed me in my dream.
“Hurry up and get ready! I expect you to at least make an appearance! It won’t kill you!” she remarks haughtily as she leaves the room, mumbling something else I don’t bother to hear.
I huff and stand up, annoyed at myself. I don’t care about the stupid gathering or seeing any of the others… Their lives are saved, damn it! What more can they want from… Piccolo.
Damn him. He’ll be here, too, waiting for the fireworks.
I go to take a cold shower, the reality hitting me that I’ll never be ready for Kakarot’s announcement no matter what way this goes. I can hear their cries of surprise and woe already.
Once out of the shower, I dress in something good enough for Bulma’s tastes, but also suited to mine, nice black slacks and a fitted t-shirt of the same color, just in case I do go down there to see him, which I probably won’t.
Time is going by fast and slow. I consider having a drink, but I’d rather be sober if I’m going to be jilted, at least then a drink afterwards will be that much more rewarding.
I’m nauseous. I can only assume it’s because I’m hungry, sore, tired, and utterly unfulfilled.
No! I will not let him have that much control over me.
I slowly bring my power level low, as low as I can, and hold it there. He’s not here yet and I don’t want him to be able to find me when he does arrive. After pacing about for a little while in one of the upstairs balconies, I sense everyone else beginning to arrive. I watch discretely from above as they all gather together and commence in the merriment that they’re lucky to have. Their joy is palpable, but I am apathetic, even with the knowledge of their impending distress. Still the scene below me goes on for some time.
Once I do finally sense his appearance, which of course, is sudden and later than the hour suggested, I consider joining them for a moment, before I realize it may seem strange that I went down just as he got here, so I stay put for a little while longer, gathering my wits.
I wait, and I pace, and I stalk his every move from this safe and secret distance, and then I retreat to find some solitude in my thoughts and wait some more. At one point in time I begin to head down through the house, slowly and calmly, and I make it about halfway there before reconsidering. He’s not looking for me. Why should I make such a big deal about him? I go back to the balcony and brave a peek at the crowd once more. My eyes catch him, and his nonchalant smile, and I turn away just as quickly as I dared to venture out.
If I don’t go down to make an appearance, uncouth and reserved as it may be, I’ll look as pathetic as I feel. I huff and make up my mind, finally heading to see him, knowing it could be the last time.
(GP)
They’re all partying like nothing’s wrong and nothing is wrong, but there’s a lump in my throat that won’t go down, and Vegeta is nowhere to be found. I can’t even sense him; he must be hiding his power level. Piccolo is here, watching me knowingly, waiting for my announcement. Meanwhile my wife is smiling, happy to not have to cook for once and to be around so much company, and Bulma and the others are all playing games and laughing at every little thing. I can’t help but smile at my children and Vegeta’s, but I wish he’d show up already.
I overhear Krillin asking about him to Bulma, and Bulma simply shrugs and says, “He’s probably just taking a shower or something, he’ll at least make an appearance if he knows what’s good for him.” Multiples of our friends laugh at that, but I just smile and wander about, going to stand next to Gohan as he watches Pan and Bra playing together by the pool.
This is boring. At least, to me it is. But this is what they live for, isn’t it? It’s nice to see everyone so happy and so free-spirited, but I just can’t get into it like I used to be able to. It’s never been my favorite thing to do. I mean, I enjoy the food and the conversation, but there always seems to be something so much better to do to pass the time than this.
Vegeta’s not gonna show up, is he? He’s pissed, isn’t he?
Ever since yesterday’s incident I have been able to think of nothing else. Maybe he feels the same way.
After some time of watching the children play and listening to all of my friends laugh and poke fun at one another, I notice Piccolo’s eyes look upwards. I know why, although I can just barely sense him, I follow the gesture quickly, not even trying to be subtle about my obvious search for the man, I turn around and look up towards the overhanging balcony, but the only thing I see are the curtains swaying in the wind from the open window. Damn. He must have just been there.
“Hm, what is it, Dad? Did you see Vegeta?” Gohan asks.
“Huh! No… no I didn’t,” I answer numbly.
“You should just go find him. He’s in there somewhere,” Gohan smiles at me.
Piccolo is listening to our conversation, and for some reason I feel compelled to do as my son asks at the silent urging of Piccolo’s knowledgeable guardianship. He’s right. This can’t wait any longer. I nod at Gohan and say, “Yeah, I’ll go try and find him.”
With that I quietly escape into the house, through the front door, my departure going mostly unnoticed. This is probably a terrible idea, but what else can I do? He can’t ignore me any more than I can ignore him, which is pretty much impossible.
I walk aimlessly for some time and get pretty far into the house before I find him. Just as I come around a corner into a large room, I notice him, and it seems he is waiting for me, as he’s leaning against a doorframe that leads to a random hallway. I guess he could sense me coming and he finally grew tired of hiding.
I pause in my pursuit of him, and I lick my lips before I murmur, “Hey, Vegeta.”
His eyes, which were unfocused and looking low before, draw up to mine as he looks over his shoulder, and he doesn’t move, and he doesn’t reply. His arms are crossed over his chest, and his back is leaning against the wall and frame of the hall. I approach him but he still doesn’t say anything.
As I walk towards him, I try to swallow the uncertainty that’s taken physical form in my throat before speaking to him, again, and I tell him, “I was waiting for you to come outside.”
His eyes are so dark and mysterious, and they’re scalding mine like embers right now as his gaze shifts from one of my eyes to the next, and then back again, and again. He’s still silent, and all I can think about is how he kissed me yesterday. It spoke volumes to me.
“I want to talk to you,” I state as calmly as I can manage, but my heart is racing, and my head is all in a jumble.
He shifts, lifting off of the wall and turning a little more fully to me, before leaning back on it with his shoulder, and finally he speaks, his mouth forming at first something different than what he says, and all he says is, “Well, you found me.”
I simply stare at him and wonder, wonder about him and about myself. I want… I want to tell him something meaningful. I want to make him understand the way he’s made me feel in the last twenty-four hours, but I still don’t know what to say or how to do that. I find myself pointlessly searching his face for answers that are deeper than the skin’s surface.
Anger suddenly sparks in his eyes at my lack of action, and my obvious hesitation to talk even though I told him I wanted to, and he suddenly remarks, “You don’t have anything to say, do you? I knew you didn’t.” His eyes narrow as he looks me over, shifting a little bit against the wall, he adds, “I saw you out there, smiling at everyone like nothing’s going on. Why haven’t you told them, yet? You’re just delaying the inevitable you know! Why spare them- you didn’t spare me?!”
“Vegeta,” I say, pain clearly on my face from his speech, as clear as I can hear in his voice, and I step impossibly closer, testing the trepid waters between us, and nearly trapping him against the doorway. “I’ve been thinking a lot… about what happened yesterday.”
His seriousness is devastating, and my reluctance is discomforting to us both.
He lifts his chin up to me, this time less dejectedly and more as a temptation and says, “I bet you have.”
“I have. And… I still don’t fully understand,” I add, even as I lean in closer. Have I always found him so handsome?
He growls and says, “I’m sure you don’t,” and shoulder-checks me, moving me out of the way as he escapes the hallway and walks briskly into the middle of the large room I entered in from.
The dam breaks and I find myself shouting, “What was that about, anyway, Vegeta?!”
He turns and glares at me, now a much safer distance away, and says, loud but rather calmly, considering, “I had to make a choice about how to handle your confession, and I don’t regret it, Kakarot. Believe me, I could have done much worse than show you how I felt by kissing you! So just tell me what you came here to say, already.”
I scoff, keeping my distance from him, both physically and emotionally. I’m trying to make sense of this myself, and so I argue the only thing I can think of to say, “You just kiss me out of nowhere and expect me to change plans that I’ve had for so long now just because of… something I was completely ignorant of before? I have never thought about any possibility of this until yesterday and now it’s all I can think about! And I’m so confused!”
He shakes his head and looks away, taking a few more steps through the room, his voice raising, “I don’t know what there is to be confused about, Kakarot! Do you want me to spell it out for you?!”
I pace to the opposite side of the room and ask him, my voice getting louder in response to him and our predicament, and I ask, daringly, and still in disbelief, “Are you honestly saying that… you have feelings for me?!”
His eyes widen as he looks at me, and he whispers in a gasp, “Are you so severe on your own dimwittedness that you can’t see that for yourself?! How many ways would you have me admit it?”
“Vegeta… I…” I reply in shock, “I had no idea! You’ve stayed away for so long! I never knew! All this time… I thought it wouldn’t be that big of a deal if I left!”
“Yes, and so now you wonder why I never told you? Really?” He asks, annoyed and embarrassed like I’ve never seen him before. “Like you’ve ever given me a reason to believe you might feel the same!”
“Well,” I reply, dejectedly, our voices growing louder again, “Maybe I should have told you sooner that I was planning on leaving, but I just couldn’t… and I didn’t want you to be angry with me because of it. But maybe if I did, then you could have told me before, but… it doesn’t matter what I do, you’re always upset with me!”
He argues, sarcasm lacing every word, “Oh?! And I should have kissed you sooner, then, too, hmm? Then maybe we could’ve been spared this awkward moment of trivial arguing when you and I both know that your intentions haven’t changed!”
“I don’t know what you mean by that!” I yell, “I don’t have any ill intentions with you! And you haven’t given me a choice in this, Vegeta! You just kiss me and… and then what? You want me to change our entire lives here for a chance at a- a relationship? Am I supposed to not be shocked by this?!”
He huffs and comes closer as he cries, “Tell me- Tell me that you had nothing else in mind to say to me other than goodbye yesterday! I need to hear it!”
My eyes widen and I answer heatedly, “No! You’re wrong! I had a million things I’ve wanted to say to you, Vegeta! But when would I have ever gotten the chance?! It wasn’t in the long years that went by without even a moment of time spent in your company?! And you want me to believe that you’ve cared for me silently all of these years from one simple gesture?!”
He growls again in frustration and comes closer, proclaiming, “And that’s it then! Neither of us made an attempt to seek out the other before, so that must mean that my confession holds no weight with you?! You have no idea what I’ve been through trying to get you to understand me!”
“What are you talking about?!” I yell, our bodies now just as close as they had been a few minutes ago at the hallway entrance.
“GAH!” he shakes his head, enraged, and shouts, “You know- you’re right! You don’t get it! And let me tell you something! I never would have told you otherwise! Not unless you were on your deathbed, or I was on mine, and these were the last of my deepest confessions! And then, and only then, could everyone have the opportunity to wonder at my reprise and reproach at the disgusting sentiment of it, and then you could finally consider me as something other than a former rival, or whatever you think of me, although I doubt these words would mean any more to you then than they do right now!”
In his eyes there is a strange look, as though he’s imagined confessing this to me before.
It hurts to see his agony, and I don’t know what comes over me, but I can’t help but grab onto his waist and pull his body to mine as I ask, in an uproar of passion, “Why would you hide something like that from me for so long?! What do you want from me, Vegeta?! Our wives, our children…?! What will they say?!”
His hands grip my shoulders and tug on my shirt as he argues with me, “You care about that now!? When yesterday morning you were so convinced on your own decision to leave, you weren’t worried about what they’d say to you about that!”
“Vegeta! I told you,” I cry, shaking him somewhat in my grasp to try and get him to understand, “I don’t know what to say about this! Leaving is easy! I know how to do that- I’ve done it before! But this…?! I know that I think about you all the time! And I know that when you kissed me, it made me feel something I’ve never felt before! And I know that none of this makes any sense, but I came here today, not to argue, but to tell you that, maybe… maybe you’re right! Maybe I would be missing something if I left without you! Maybe leaving is a bad idea! But can you blame me for wanting something new in my life?! Can you blame me for being bored here, Vegeta?! I thought that you, out of all of them, would understand!”
He slaps me, but it doesn’t hurt. I look at him in surprise, still holding onto him, and his eyes search mine again, but I don’t know what he’s looking for.
Then he pulls me down for a kiss and I lean into it, pulling him impossibly close. This is not any kind of an answer! But at least we’re not yelling at each other anymore, and I get to feel his lips on mine again, which is all I’ve been thinking about for the last twenty-four hours, anyway.
Just as his hand comes to grip my hair and my hold on him begins to travel down his body, someone comes around the corner and sees for themselves our compromising situation, but we were so caught up in one another until that moment that there was nothing we could do to stop it from happening. We hear the gasp and stop what we’re doing to look over at whoever caught us.
It’s Gohan and he stares at us blankly for a moment before exclaiming, “I’m sorry! Your power levels were fluctuating and I came to make sure you weren’t fighting about something silly, and then I heard you both yelling- and I- !!! I’ll just go!” and with that he turns and rushes to leave the way that he came.
I pout, upset at being discovered so quickly, and begin to pull away, still at odds with myself over this whole thing.
Vegeta glares at me, I catch a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye, but I ignore it for now and pace through the room, running my hand through my hair in distress.
“Why don’t you just go, Kakarot?” he says after a few moments, “Clearly you don’t want this.”
“I never said that,” I argue, but I don’t sound as convincing as I meant to.
He rolls his eyes and starts to walk away from me, but not without adding, “I don’t want just your curiosity, Kakarot. I want you. But you can’t honestly tell me that you’re not most concerned in seeing where this goes for any reason other than sheer sexual intrigue.”
“How can you say that?!” I yell again, put off by that comment, “How dare you act like you know what I’m thinking!”
He stops just short of the hallway and turns to me slowly. He sighs and says, “Go. Tell them you’re leaving. Do not pretend that you don’t still want to. You said it yourself. You’re bored. I’m not going to be enough for you. I finally realize that now. I wish I would have known before. I feel like a fool for not realizing it sooner, but… Even if you do return my feelings, you would still want to leave, and leaving was your idea. I don’t want to be a tagalong. I want you to go. I will not be the cause of your unhappiness.”
At that he takes off and I know better than to follow him.
Even so, I’m unhappy all the same.

I left the party altogether after speaking with Vegeta, although I did take a moment to thank Bulma for having me over, since I didn’t want to raise too many suspicions by not saying something to someone before I took off. I ignored Gohan’s thoughtful gaze as much as possible, and I never told them I was planning to leave. Not because of Vegeta, though, and not because I don’t want to anymore. He’s right. I still want to. I will want to until it’s done. Why wouldn’t I? There’s nothing left for me here.
Except for him.
The timing is all wrong for this to be happening! And he’s not making this easy.
I think I want to tell them all that I’m leaving right before I go, if I even do it in person, or even at all. I don’t know why I’m still thinking about this, but I guess I should be thanking Vegeta, I haven’t thought this through as much as I thought I had.
What he said to me has been replaying in my mind for days. It hasn’t been comforting, but I do feel a renewal at his admittance! Still, I’m so irritated with him. It’s like he knew exactly what I was going to be thinking at any given moment. As though he knew me better than I know myself. How did he figure me out like that? Before I even got the chance to consider my own feelings, he was on top of what those feelings would be! And he was so cruel about it, too. And so accurate.
He said he didn’t want to be the cause of my unhappiness. Who says that? Not him! I don’t really know him very well, do I? He’s really thought about this, hasn’t he?
He had to have known about my plan, but how?! How could he have known?!
Here I am, three or four days out, I’m not sure how many anymore, and I haven’t been home, and I have hardly slept because he keeps creeping into my dreams, and I’m still no closer to any answers.
What did he mean when he said he’s been trying so hard to get me to understand him? What is he talking about?! I haven’t seen him in so long…
When did he develop feelings for me other than animosity? How is it possible that he could care for me like that, and why would he change his mind about me so drastically? I thought he hated me! Or was it always a thought in his mind? Were there signs? Maybe. Yeah, I think there were.
I can’t take this. Staring at the ocean and asking myself the same questions over and over again for days isn’t going to help anything. I should go and try to talk to him again, even though it’s just gonna be a brand-new set of arguments, like it always is.
The worst part is that I feel like if I asked him to come with me now, he’d refuse out of spite. He’s probably somehow already convinced himself that because I didn’t jump at the opportunity to stay and have him as my lover right then and there then I must not truly have feelings for him, and he’ll sever all acquaintance.
Damn his calculating mind for making this that much more complicated.
Maybe I do want to be with him, would that be too much to just accept? And maybe I am curious to know what being with him would be like! Ugh. Look at me, turning into him! Justifying a make-believe ending to a theoretical conversation!
And now! After this! How can he expect me to just walk away?
Because I’ve done it before. It’s what I always do.
(VP)
“Hey,” Gohan says meekly, intercepting me as I exit the Gravity Machine. It’s nighttime and I was certainly not expecting him.
I’m in a bit of pain, so I don’t respond to him other than a glance in his direction and a nod. I’m so fucking sore from barely working out in over a week, but I think that my body needed the rest, that, and I probably pushed myself too hard, as usual. I’m not immortal, after all, but training certainly does serve to take some of the edge off lately.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a few days now,” he says, showing that persistence the Son family is so famous for.
“What do you want?” I growl, even though I’m pretty sure I know what he wants to talk about.
“Can we go somewhere… more private?” he asks.
I definitely know what he wants to talk about. I look at him and can’t help but remember everything that happened… before it was all undone. I should probably give him some of my time. He’s earned it, even if he doesn’t know it.
“Fine,” I grunt, “Follow me.”
I lead him quickly to a secluded place in the house that I go to sometimes to think. I’m too tired to pretend not to be, so I sit down on the large couch and gesture him to do the same and say, “Well, spit it out, already.”
He’s nervous to talk to me, I can tell, but I’m not sure why. I guess it’s because he caught me making out with his father, but little does he know that I know what it’s like to fuck him for fuck’s sake! Oh well, a little unnecessary nervousness won’t hurt him.
Just as my patience begins to run thin, which doesn’t take very long, he finally says, “I hope that my telling Bulma that you and Dad got into it over some food helped with her being angry at you for not showing up at the party.”
I huff and glare, mildly amused, but not appreciating the small talk. “Is that all?”
He laughs anxiously and adds, “I haven’t seen my Dad in a few days, now.”
I grunt in bitterness, A few days, that’s all? I divert my eyes and refuse to reply.
He gathers up some more courage and asks, “What happened between you two?”
Should I tell him? Why not. I huff again and answer, as gratifyingly as I can manage, “I told him the truth, and then I walked away. I don’t know where he is.” And I wouldn’t be surprised if he leaves soon. Not telling anybody until he’s a safe distance away seems like something he’d do.
“What? What do you mean ‘the truth’?” Gohan asks me, thoughtfully.
I turn away from him, annoyed, and not feeling like playing games, so I ask him, “Don’t act like you don’t know…”
He’s surprised, I can tell by the look in his eyes, but he admits, knowing that he must, “Yes, well, I had my suspicions.”
I nod. I can read him so well, now, after all we did have sex. I don’t know why, but I guess ever since I saw him get murdered… and ever since he stuck up for me, and admitted to holding some sort of a torch for me… I have a little bit of a soft spot for him. Not that I want him to lust after me, I just need him to understand, and he’s probably the only other person in the world I’d ever admit these things to, aside from that damn Namek…
After a few moments of silence, I explain, “Kakarot had no idea, and I’m not sure how you figured it out, but let’s just say that he wasn’t completely convinced by my confession. And why would he? All I ever did was talk shit about him,” I chuckle a little, “Besides, he has other plans for his life.”
“But, Vegeta,” Gohan argues, “You’re not just gonna let it go that easily? I wouldn’t, if I were you.” I glare, but he continues to urge me gently, saying, “Clearly he’s thinking about it, otherwise he would have come home already. He wouldn’t be making such a big deal about it if...”
I snicker, but I’m uncomfortable, and so I interject and ask, “Is this really what you came to me to talk about? I think I’ve humored you enough for one day.”
He smiles and laughs, “I’m surprised we even got that far to be honest! I just wanted to tell you that… I don’t think you should give up. I think you two would really be great together, even if you do end up leaving the planet.”
I quirk a brow at him at that comment. I don’t remember telling him about Kakarot’s plan.
His smile turns a little sad and he explains, “When I said I heard yelling, what I didn’t tell you was that I heard your conversation. I had a feeling something was up, the way he kept looking around for you. Call it Saiyan intuition, I guess. He’s a little easier to read than you are, for me anyways. After he came to see you the day before, and was in such a daze that whole night and the morning of the party… I don’t know. I just knew something else was going on. I was very shocked to see you two kissing, though! After I heard someone slap the other, I thought for sure you two were going to fight, but man was I wrong! I’m sorry I was so nosey. I just wanted to help.”
I gawk for a moment before I look away from him in a poor attempt to end the conversation altogether.
After a few moments of silence, he sighs and says, “I guess that’s all I have to say,” and gets up to leave.
In a stray thought of sincerity, I call out after him, and he stops to turn and listen. I tell him, compelled to, I suppose, because Kakarot’s leaving, “I hope you know how good of a young man you are, Gohan, even with your annoying two cents.” He blushes. “Piccolo is very proud of you. I know your father is, too.”
He nods, and I can tell my poorly executed sentiment touched his heart, and he says, “Thank you, Vegeta. Somehow, I know he is, too. Even though he never says it.” With his eyes he forces those words heavily upon me before he leaves.
I consider them long after he’s gone.
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