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The sounds of silence	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 650 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters. I also do not make money off of this, I wish I did that would be AWOMSE

Chapter List
- 1-The sounds of silence
- 2-Chapter 2
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Shhh… Don’t tell anyone I updated this fic… 0.o lol

B-chan- Thanks for the review, and yes Goku didn’t get his happy ending, *good thing Topbear didn’t read this or she would beat me up!* but yes in the end it did stem from his choices, we all make our beds so to say. I am with you on the topic of BrollyxVegeta, I believe they do as well, seen some beautiful artwork of them portrayed as a couple.

Anonanon- *Blush* thank you very much for the praises.

Zofo- but it wasn’t L…..

Weepingwillows- Thank you for reviewing, and yes I will be fixing up those mistakes, did I mention I need a Beta *Casually looks around and wags eyebrows, yes? No? any takers??? Awe L pouts.*

Weibie- Thank you, glad you liked the song I immediately came up with this fic from hearing the song play on my ipod.

Cara- Thank you very much for reviewing. Love it.

**** Warning, mentions of lemon… Kinda, I dunno just read dammit, also listen to the song, still works with this, the sounds of silence, by simon and garfunkle****

Chapter 2

            I can hear whispering of crashing waves in the distance; my head is heavy, sight blurry. I can hear an echoing of my name, it centers me. I opened my eyes to the brightest blue skies I had ever saw, I could feel the warmth of the sand below me; idly I let my gaze stray to the echoing voice, nothing could ever compare to the beauty I gazed up to. His face calm and free from the strained tension I knew of him, he was free; the smile that greets me nearly made my heart halt completely.

            He was there; Vegeta was here stroking my hair, smiling down at me, eyes blazing with warmth and love. I raised my hand and met the flesh of his warm cheek, I felt the muscles in his cheek move below my palm; his smile grew as if my touch alone made him far more happier then Brolly could ever muster with his attentiveness.

            His eyes sparkled under the brightness of the day; his skin glowed, luminescent, beautiful. I opened my mouth, ruining the moment we shared, I had to say something. “Ve…”

            The blue sky turned into the dark dreary concrete ceiling, Vegeta faded into shadows, and I let my hand drop hearing the sound of another empty bottle crash.

Hello darkness my old friend… I’ve come to talk with you again…

            Another night of my fantasy, countless days and nights; I do not know which. But I see him smiling down at me, I can touch him; feeling his warmth, and hear him. I wish I could truly see him again, share a few words, and ask my gnawing question. I want him, I want him to be mine.

            Sure the dragon balls were at my disposal, I could easily make a wish and get everything back, get him back long before I lost him. But I cannot, it is selfish of me to do so. Ha, me the saviour of the universe? Make a wish and it wouldn’t be selfish at all you say… I deserve it. No, I was selfish, I am selfish. I was always hunting for the next great thing, the next big adventure because everything offered to me wasn’t good enough. I have the Kias wrapped around my finger, the guardian of Earth came to me, I had unconditional love from family and friends, and I was offered his love and devotion; but it wasn’t good enough for me. No, I wouldn’t demand a wish from the dragon, I made my choices, and I paved my path no one is to blame but me.

            You know, I went to his home, the home he and Brolly shared raising two full blooded Saiyan boys. I knew of that home, I spied on them countless times; locating it was easy for me. For the first time I laid eyes on that home, always feeling their energies, never anything visual. It was obvious to me the grandchildren had lived here before they chased adventure in space. Old strong trees lined the driveway, welcoming me to the entrance; I felt like a King walking through a hall, no doubt it was my Prince whom did the landscaping.

            The home wasn’t as big as I expected it to be; instead it was quite quaint, simple and homey. The décor held nothing of Vegeta’s personality that I expected it would, but then again the home had been handed down several times. All that remained of Vegeta was an old family portrait above smaller framed photos of others; Vegeta’s family tree. I growled and mourned as I gazed up at the frame Vegeta sat like the King, as if he was the dominate male of the pack. He sat there in a large comfortable looking chair; Brolly standing behind him a large hand on the Prince’s right shoulder, and the two older carbon copies of the mated pair knelt on each side of their ‘mother’ each holding the top of his hand. The boys were older then, compared to the last time I had seen them, they were both adults then; excited and fresh for life. I gazed back to my Prince, his eyes gave away his older age, but his skin remained smooth and youthful.

            In the attic was where I found everything I wanted, and like a hopeless stalker I intruded on their lives, well I intruded on the lives they once had. The photo albums were filled of pictures of the boys, and the newer generations of Vegeta and Brolly’s bloodline. It was only one that held pictures of my Prince, the one I will treasure and shamelessly gawk upon. Each one did speak a thousands words to me, many of them were of the Prince in his natural state; it seems the eldest of the sons of Brolly had an obsession with cameras, taking pictures of them watching television, preparing meals, sparing, even pictures of Vegeta jr getting a tongue lashing from his ‘mother’. It brought tears to my eyes and smile from time to time; all of this I threw away, only for the next adventure.

            One picture made my heart break, I have never seen Vegeta in this light, and seeing him now like this destroys me. He laid on the couch, an arm his pillow slumbering. He looked so peaceful, calm, happy.

            My eyes grew heavy, sleep coming to claim me once again; I fought it, I knew I would see him again, feel him, as much as I wanted it to be true, real, I knew it was not. I didn’t deserve to dream of him.

            “Kakarot.”

            It is him, I know his voice, no-one could come near intimating him; his voice unique, and always had a hint of wild abandon.

            “Kakarot.”

            I am finally going mad, I can hear him, I know I must be sleeping! This is a dream!

            “Kakarot, listen to me.”

            I covered my ears, and shut my eyes; I didn’t deserve his attention.

            “Kakarot please open your eyes, listen to me please.” I felt his hand touch my cold shoulder, burning me. I couldn’t deny him, I had denied him for years. I opened my eyes and there he was, kneeling in front of my crouched form, his eyes gentle, mouth inviting. “Kakarot it is time to end your suffering, its time to come home to us all. We’ve been waiting for you.”

            I smiled, this is a new dream. “Vegeta.”

            “Yes Kakarot, I am here, for now.” I frowned as I look at him more closely; he was nearly see through.

            “Vegeta, this dream is weird.”

            “This is no dream Kakarot, I am here. I am here to bring you home. The Kias had come to me, telling me of your… predicament.” His hand slid over my cheek, wiping away tears I never knew was there.



            I choked on a sob. “I have no home Vegeta. I do not deserve to be with you all.”

            “Yes you do Kakarot. We all want you to come back, come see your grandchildren, your family.”

            “Chichi wants me there? They all want me there?”

            “Yes Kakarot.” He chuckled. “But you will not be with Chichi, she moved on when you left with Sheron, she is happy with him; but she never stopped loving you.” He cupped my sullen face. “I want you to stay with me and Brolly Kakarot, We have a beautiful spot, secluded from everything else.”

            “I cannot Vegeta, I cannot get in between you and Brolly. You must know how I feel.”

            “I do Kakarot.” He cupped my face in both hands, drawing my face near. “And you must know how I feel about you, I always wanted you Kakarot and when I offered myself all those decades ago, I blamed your ignorance and held a vendetta against you. But I cared for you, and I always will, time has proven that to me. Yes Brolly is my dominate, he is my bonded mate and I love him, but he likes you as well. It is more than likely a side-effect from the bond.” He snorted. “When the Kias came to me about the problem myself and Brolly had come to an easy agreement immediately, we want you to join our pack, to be with us both. Brolly the alpha male, he would be our dominate, and I.” He paused, pushing his ghostly body against my own. “I will be yours, forever Kakarot.”

            I wept openly before him, if this be a dream then it’s the cruellest dream ever created. I couldn’t speak, instead I nodded; I wanted this, I wanted him; if I am to be owned by Brolly then so be it, for I will have Vegeta, and I am a desperate man, I’ll take him any way I can have him.

            I felt my soul being gently pulled from my body, watched it as the shell I left behind held tightly to the photo of my slumbering Prince, yes that was right; my Prince. I will leave this all behind and welcome an eternity with him… them.
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