Broken Arrow

Broken Arrow

By: Sabi-san

Rating: S (shounen-ai)

Paring: Vegeta x Goku (but not really)

Song: Broken Arrow (Robbie Robertson, Rod Stewart)

Disclaimer: I don’t own any anime whatsoever. I just borrow them for time to time.
Neither do I own this song.

Warning: Well, boy like boy. No sex or anything, but some people might find it
offensive. Go away you close-minded people.


Broken Arrow

He’s so different. So unlike his heritage. He gives up everything for those around him. He trades his life for ours. So selfless, so caring...

He’s so forgiving, so trusting. He’s been this way since I first met him. Even as I threatened to crush him, he let me go. He wouldn’t let that bald headed one kill me. He saved me. Me; undeserving me. As if I could have killed him anyway. Even then I loved him.

Only he would offer peace to an enemy. Only he would smile in the face of insult. Only he would laugh at a curse. Only he could make me cry.

Yes, I have cried. The Mighty Prince of Saiyajins cries. And who for, but that third class baka. All these years of wanting, needing him by my side. All these years of knowing that he doesn’t feel the same. All this denial. All this pain. Lucky for me everyone sees me as a loner, so I can go off by myself and deal with my unrequited desires. Be alone to cry.

Who else is gonna bring you a broken arrow?
Who else is gonna bring you a bottle of rain?
There he goes, moving across the water.
There he goes, turning my whole world around.

I want him near me. I want him by my side. I want to love him and protect him and show him I’m worthy of his love. I want to show him I’m worthy? What a laugh. If my father could see me now. Trying to prove myself to a third class warrior. But I should prove myself to him. He is better than me. Not because of his strength, but because of his compassion. I have compassion for no one. Only him. He cares for everyone.

But does he care for me? I know he will protect me if a new threat comes. I know he puts me in the same category as all his friends. But does he feel more for me than the others? Does he love me? Do I have a chance?

I don’t know what to think! I’m so confused. We spend so much time together. He spends more time with me than anyone else, even his own children. Does that mean he likes me? Is he trying to tell me, show me how he feels? Why doesn’t he say something?

Do you feel what I feel?
Can we make it so it’s part of the deal?
I gotta hold you in these arms of steel.
Lay your heart on the line...this time.

Time goes on and it gets worse. I’ve started following him. Our sparring matches aren’t enough. I have to be around him all the time. I sleep in the grass under his window, leaving when he wakes. I know I’ll see him soon; we meet to spar in the mornings.

But tonight, sleeping under his window is not enough. My eyes watch as his curtains wave gently out his open window. Before I realize it, I’m in his room, looking down on his sleeping form. He is on his stomach, sheet twisted around his hips. Slowly I walk to the bed.

I stop at a movement, still a few feet from the bed. I watch in wonder as his hand inches across the bed towards me. His hand feels around the bed and in the air as if looking for something.

“Vegeta...”

The voice caresses my skin, flowing over me like silk. I feel it more than hear it. My eyes dart to his face. Still asleep. I look back at his hand. Still it searches. Taking a deep breath, I walk forward. His warm hand touches my thigh. I let out the breath I was holding. His hand stills and a sigh escapes his lips. My skin tingles as his hand wraps possessively around my leg.

I wanna breathe when you breathe,
When you whisper like that hot summer breeze.
Count the beads of sweat that cover me.
Didn’t you show me the sign, this time?

We spar the next morning, but he is distracted. After a few hours, he asks to stop. We fly to a nearby river to wash off the sweat and dirt form our fight. I sit quietly afterward just enjoying his nearness. We relax in the sun-warmed grass, letting the gentle breeze lull us to sleep.

Suddenly he sits up and turns to me. I look his way. His ebony eyes capture mine. I feel my heart start to race. Inside, I start to panic. Why is he looking at me like that? Such an intense look. It’s like he’s reading my mind, seeing into my soul. No! He can’t! I won’t let him! I look away quickly.

I look out over the river in front of me, my face the essence of calm and uncaring. Inside, all is turmoil. I try to calm myself. He can’t possibly see past all my walls. Can’t see past my masks. Kami, what if he can? He’ll be disgusted for sure. He’ll leave me and I’ll never have the comfort of his presence again.

But what if he’s not disgusted? I think back to last night, his hand wrapped around my leg as he slept. Does he...?

I make a decision. If he gives me a sign, a sure sign, I’ll tell him how I feel. I’ll shout my feelings to the world if he gives me one sure sign.

Can you see what I see?
Can you cut behind the mystery?
I will meet you by the witness tree
Leave the whole world behind.

Kami, Kakarot, I want to be yours. I’ll do anything for you. Just give me a sign. Let me know how you feel. If you love me, I’m yours. If not, I’ll back away. Just let me know. I can’t stand this fog, this unknown.

But why does it have to be him? Can’t I give him a clue? Am I too proud to let him know first? Maybe I should make the first move. Let him see past my walls. Let him know how I feel for him.

He’s still looking at me. I turn to him, determination etched on my face.

I want to come when you call,
I'll get to you if I have to crawl.
They can't hold me with these iron walls,
We've got mountains to climb.

“Kakarot.” I grimace inwardly at how it sounds. It was more of an exasperated grunt than the resigned sigh I wanted it to be. But before I can rectify it, he speaks.

“Vegeta, I’m sorry. I haven’t been myself today. I have a lot on my mind.” He pauses to sigh. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately.” I listen as he talks about us being the last; how he respects me; how he enjoys our time together. It sounds like he’s trying to let me down easily, saying he likes being around me, but doesn’t feel the same as I do. I brace myself for the rejection.

“I guess that’s why I’ve fallen in love with you. You’re a great warrior and we have spent so much time together and I’ve gotten to know you so much better because of it. And I realize now that I love everything about you.”

I sit in shock. He loves me? He loves me? I can only sit and stare as he continues to talk.

“I know you don’t feel the same, and I won’t force you to. I’ll leave if you want me to, but please let me stay. I’m okay with just being with you as a friend. Please don’t send me away. Let us be friends, just so I can be around you. Don’t make me go.”

The whispered plea stabs into my heart. He thinks I don’t love him? All this time and he can’t tell. I mentally curse my walls and the pride that built them. Then his words come back to me. He loves me. Giddy happiness fills my heart. And I love him.

Who else is gonna bring you a broken arrow
Who else is gonna bring you a bottle of rain?

Slowly I make my way to him. His head is bowed; his hands lie loosely in his lap. Dejection radiates off of him. I close the small distance between us and reach out a hand to his chin, forcing him to look into my eyes. We sit like that for a few seconds. I see a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“I love you, Baka. Can’t you see that?” I ask, a smile tugging at my lips. My heart leaps at the brilliant smile he gives me. His strong arms wrap around me, pulling me to him.

“Vegeta, Vegeta, Vegeta,” he murmurs into my neck. “I love you so much.”

My arms tighten around him. “I love you, too, Kakarot.”

There he goes, moving across the water.
There he goes turning my whole world around.