Picturesque

Picturesque

By: Sabi-san (sabisan25@aol.com)

Rating: Yaoi

Paring: Goku x Vegeta

Disclaimer: I don't own any anime whatsoever. I just borrow them from time to
time to mess with their lives.

Warning: If you are under 18, don't read this. Not that I could stop you. If
you don't like sex, go away. You make me sick.

Picturesque

Chapter 8

Vegeta lie on his bed, hand across his eyes. Four months. Four months he had
been living on his own. He turned his head to look at the picture propped
against the lamp. Four months he had spent with his... friend.

He sighed, sitting up to pluck the picture from the nightstand. In four months,
Goku had never said anything about Vegeta living with him. Until yesterday.

Vegeta shook his head. He had reacted so foolishly. As they ate, Goku merely
suggested that he stay there so he didn't have to go back and forth all the
time. Caught off guard and feeling like the situation was more than what it
seemed, Vegeta reacted the only way he knew how. Rudely.

Why would I want to live with you, baka? You can't even cook properly, much
less keep yourself clean. I wouldn't be able to stand living in your stench.
His words came back to haunt him. So did the look on the other Saiyan's face, a
look of pure hurt.

He had stomped off and jumped into the air, not wanting to stay for the rest of
the meal. Like a scared little kid, he had run back to his house. And like a
scared little kid, he had skipped their usual sparing session.

Vegeta's thumbs caressed the picture. "Gomen nasai, Kakarot. I am a
fool." It was time to stop acting like a scared little kid. He had one
friend, and he had hurt him deeply. An adult would go by right now and
apologize.

~~~~~

Goku lie on his bed curled on his side. His hands held a picture limply. He
sniffed brokenly.

Why had Vegeta done that? Why so mean? A simple no would have done it. Does
he really think about me that way?



Over the past four months Goku had come to realize just how much he like
Vegeta. At first he thought it was just a lust thing, seeing as how he always
reacted to the prince. And maybe it was, at first. But now... now he knew he
felt more than that. He enjoyed being with the other man. He looked forward to
their sparing matches. He tired to always have something ready or starting to
cook after their swim in the lake so Vegeta would stay for dinner.

But Vegeta skipped their match today. And he basically said he hated the food.

In a fit of depression after Vegeta didn't show up that morning, Goku had gone
cleaning mad. His house wasn't dirty to begin with. He really wasn't as unclean
as Vegeta had hinted at, but his depressed mind had seen fault everywhere.
Frantically he had dusted and swept and scrubbed and washed. He washed every
dish. He swept every square inch of floor. He scrubbed all the walls and
ceilings. He boiled all his clothes, all the blankets and sheets, the towels,
even the curtains. He drained the big bathing tub and scrubbed it within an
inch of his life. He stopped himself when he realized he was washing the stones
he used to ring the cooking fire out back.

It was no use though. No matter how clean his house was, Vegeta wouldn't live
with him. Goku's chest clenched. After all this time, after how close they had
become, he really couldn't bear to be alone again.

~~~~~ br>
AN: Geez, can we say angst? God I suck. Wait, I don't suck God. I meant I suck.
God was just an emphasis. I really don't suck God. I don't suck much of
anything. Except stories. Wait... I don't suck stories. That's not possible.
I... I'm lost. Blackness.... it's all black. I... need to sit down.