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A Strange Kind of Love	By : kaze Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Strange Kind of Love
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A Strange Kind of Love

A/N
: This is a songfic, and the prequel to �The Sweetest Drop�. I did very little
editing on this, just a few fixes.� This
was written in May of 2001 ( I think lol), and the song is �A Strange Kind of
Love� by Peter Murphy.

Goku
paused before the door, his curled fist frozen just inches from its hard wooden
surface. He stared at the door dumbly, his mind suddenly caught in a state of
reverie. His musings took him over the past few years, among the many ups and
downs he had been through. The loss of Chichi had been a terrible blow, one
that still made his heart ache with a bitter sadness. He still felt the pain of
knowing that in her last years, his wife had not been happy; he had tried, Kami
knows he had tried to make her happy; but he simply could not give her what she
had needed. Nonetheless, she stayed with him, and they had continued their
charade, for their children's sake at least. He had loved the woman dearly, but
more as a friend than anything else. A lover she was not, not in a true sense,
anyway. How could one enjoy making love to a woman who acted more like his
mother than his wife? Goku knew that it was not her fault; it was just the way
of Chichi. He did not regret, he was simply sorry that it had ended the way it
had.

The
following two years, he had fought severe depression, something he hadn't even
known really existed until it had settled it's cold dark claws upon his
shoulders, making his mask of happiness shatter like thin glass. Through it
all, his friends were there for him for the most part, as were his sons;
however, only one light managed to shine through the darkness that had invaded
his usually light and airy soul. Strangely enough, the one who encouraged him
the most was the one with the darkest of souls, or so it had seemed; Goku had
known differently, had seen through it years ago, but never truly contemplated
the man's full worth until he was allowed a peek at what had lay under the
thick layers of pride, hatred and distrust.

Surprisingly,
Vegeta had stepped forward when the others had stepped away. As the darkness
slowly descended upon Goku, Vegeta had recognized it for what it was, and
without a thought, entangled himself into the sticky web that had wrapped
itself around the earth-Saiyan's mind and soul. He would visit daily, his
countenance the same as it always had been, with one exception...his eyes. Deep
within, Goku could both see and feel the concern in the Saiyan prince's eyes;
it warmed him, made him feel lighter; and slowly, his heart that had turned to
ice in his chest, began to melt.

A strange kind of love

A strange kind of feeling

Swims through your eyes

And like the odors

To a wide vast dominion

They open to your prize

Their
daily spars became the highlight of Goku's days, and he found himself going to
bed early each night, simply because he couldn't wait for the morning to come;
Vegeta would appear silently in his doorway, then turn and walk out, expecting
Goku to follow behind, which he always did. The darkness had long since receded
from Goku's life, yet, he still found himself needing the prince, needing their
daily ritual. Sometimes he wondered why Vegeta had helped him; wondered why he
put up with him so much when it was quite obvious that the older Saiyan didn't
much enjoy spending time in his company. Goku smiled at the thought, though in
his heart, it saddened him. He would go as far to say that it hurt him, but he
didn't truly want to admit that to himself. There were many things he didn't
want to admit, secrets that he had even kept from himself, if that were
possible. Goku gasped, his eyes growing wide as his reverie was shattered in an
instant. Cold black eyes stared at him from the open doorway, where his fist
was still poised, now inches from the Saiyan prince's nose. Goku blinked
rapidly, his mouth opening in silent surprise.

Vegeta
rolled his eyes. "What in Kami's name are you doing out here, Kakarott?
I've been watching you for minutes now, just standing out here like an idiot,
off in some dream world." Vegeta spat, throwing the recovering Saiyan a
disgusted look. "Why are you here, anyway? We�ve already sparred
today." He asked, crossing his arms over his muscled chest, which was
hidden only by a thin white tank top.

~~~~~

The
spar began like any other, with both saiyan's throwing themselves into the
fight, exchanging blows and kicks, keeping it fairly simple. Vegeta watched
Goku closely, wondering why the saiyan had come to him for another spar...he
had never done it before, and Vegeta didn't like surprises much; he never had.

As
the spar wore on, Vegeta became increasingly aware of a change in Goku,
something that bothered him greatly. He had long ago chastised himself for
letting the younger saiyan get as close to him as he had...and had chastised
himself even more for letting himself
get close to Goku. He scowled, once again angered; he powered up, dodged one of
Goku's punches, and landed a bone crunching spin kick to the side of Goku's
head, watching as the spiky haired man flew through the air and landed on his
back about thirty feet away. He would not let his feelings overwhelm him, as
they had threatened many times before...he would not allow Kakarott to do this to him. Vegeta neared the fallen man,
looking down into the dark glassy eyes of a warrior that he at one time had
hated. What he seen in the dark pools made him pause, gasp. The feelings
expressed in them were raw, unbridled. Had they been there the whole time? He
wondered as he watched Goku climb to his feet. Vegeta bristled at the emotional
pain that echoed from the other man straight into his own heart; the warmth
that washed over his skin gently as he felt.... NO! He would not admit... no...
�There is nothing to admit, damn it!� he mentally growled, fists
clenching tightly.

This is no terror ground

Or place for the rage

No broken hearts

White wash lies

Just a taste for the truth

Perfect taste choice and meaning

A look into your eyes

Goku
took a deep breath and shuddered softly. This had been a bad idea, a bad idea
from the beginning, but he had thought...oh, who cares what he thought?
Evidently, he was wrong. Seeing the anger in the older saiyan's eyes, he had
suddenly been assaulted not only physically, but with feelings of anger,
resentment, and even stark dislike which rolled off of Vegeta in waves. What he
didn't understand, and probably never would, was why? Why didn't Vegeta like
him much?� Why couldn't he accept their
growing friendship as Goku had? And most of all...why...oh why, did this rejection hurt so much? It was like an arrow right
through the heart, this sharp pain surrounded by a deep, dull ache. It not only
embedded itself into his heart, but also spread slowly, diseasing the rest of
his body and spirit so that his existence seemed to be one large ache.

Vegeta
cursed silently. Why is this happening to
me!? Why can I feel his emotions so plainly, as if they were my own? I don't
want to know.... I don�t want to know his feelings, his emotions. No! I
won't...I have my own to deal with, I don't need someone else�s.... oh hell, is
he crying? IS HE CRYING?! Vegeta cringed visibly, tearing his eyes away
from the tall warrior. "Kaka...Kakarott...get a hold of yourself. What's
wrong with you?" He began, instantly concerned; when he heard his own
voice, however, he hardened himself once again. He watched as Goku spun away
from him, his large shoulders hunching slightly as a sob was ripped from his
throat, large hands fisting into his jet black spikes. Vegeta watched
helplessly, his emotions in turmoil. Half of him wanted to stomp away, sickened
by the warriors weakness and lack of self-control, but the other half wanted to
comfort him, tell him it was ok, that everything would be all right. Dark brows
lifted high on his forehead in wonder; since when had he ever wanted to comfort
anyone? Where were these annoying thoughts coming from? They were beginning to
drive him mad! Yet still, he stood, not knowing what to do; finally, he did the
only thing he knew to do. He got angry.

Goku
had tried so hard to hold his emotions in, and wanted to crawl under a rock as
the sobs over took his body. He didn't understand his feelings, didn't
understand why this was happening to him. He.... he was in love. Wanted to be
loved. The idea struck him like a sharp slap across the face, and for a second,
he stared down at his feet, wide eyed, his sobs forgotten. Suddenly, he
realized he was being shaken, and quite violently so. He raised his head to
look into the dark depths of Vegeta�s narrowed eyes, seething with a rage that
Goku didn�t understand.

�Kakarott!�
Vegeta growled, strong fingers digging into the taller saiyan�s shoulders,
biting into the flesh and drawing blood. Goku looked at Vegeta helplessly, not
being able to find his voice, the sudden onslaught of emotion had been so
blinding. Was he in love with Vegeta? Could he be? When�how? Why? Goku winced,
wondering which God had decided to play such a cruel trick as this, to allow
him to fall in love with the very man that hated him�or seemed to part of the
time, anyway.

Vegeta
cursed silently, his eyes searching those of the saiyan in front of him, his
grip becoming tighter as his anger grew. He recognized the look�. the look that
shone forth from Goku�s eyes so blatantly. There were many things there�hunger,
fear, passion, rejection, need�� love. Love. No�oh Kami, no�He hissed,
pulling his hands off of Goku�s shoulders as if the touch had burned him. Had
he been so blind as to not have noticed before now? No�it had been there. It
had been there for a long time, and Vegeta had known, but didn�t want to
acknowledge it. Didn�t want to see it for what it was, for then he would have
to face his own feelings. NO! There are no feelings there! He is my enemy,
still. Nothing has changed�nothing�oh hell! Vegeta�s emotions were a
whirlwind as his ki rocketed, his confusion and anger fueling it as he turned
from Goku and began to run.

What
am I doing? He screamed mentally, sliding to a stop. He barely noticed the downpour
of rain that had engulfed them, the clouds thick and black as jagged streaks of
electricity shot through the sky. I am a prince, I do not run away! Not from
danger, not from death��not from�from�

A frustrated scream tore from his throat, his body tense
as he tore through the first two stages of super saiyan. His scream continued
as waves of electrical power snapped around him in a golden haze, completely
overriding the sound of the storm. He had been so blind�so blind to not have
seen the bond that had been forming between them; it had formed slowly, without
either of them noticing, but it was there, strong, secure. He could feel it
within him, the other saiyan�s emotions boiling around his own. Vegeta screamed
his rage to the sky, not knowing what else to do. Was this a cruel trick, or
simply fate�fate had always dealt him the shitty cards, and right now, he had a
full deck of them. He wanted to run, to leave. Leave this mudball of a planet
and never look back; the question was, could he? Would he be able to leave the
lower class fighter, and never think of him again?

Blind to the gemstone alone

A smile from a frown circles round

Should he stay or should he go

Let him shout a rage so strong

A rage that knows no right or wrong

And take a little piece of you

Goku�s
eyes held fast to Vegeta�s back as the smaller saiyan screamed, and watched in
fascination as the power built around him. He cocked his head to one side,
flinching as he was hit with pummeling emotions that seemed to flow from the
prince just as his tears were flowing down his cheeks. Goku�s breath caught at
the sight, fear inching up his spine slowly. He thought that perhaps Vegeta had
somehow found out about his feelings for the Prince, and was very angered by
it�and probably highly disgusted too; but why would that make the prince cry?
Goku shook his head, perplexed. What would he do? Would he turn on him, try to
kill him? He wasn�t sure, and at this point, didn�t much care.

Vegeta
stood staring at the sky, his voice had given out seconds earlier, after his
scream had dwindled to a high pitched screeching whine. Raindrops mixed with
his tears as he tried to contemplate the situation at hand; There was a thin
line between love and hate, this he knew, but which would it be? It would be so
much easier to go on hating Goku, to continue as they always had, but something
inside him told him that that course of action would be impossible�and would
fail miserably.� He sighed, lowering his
eyes to the ground before he turned to inspect the third class warrior with a
careful eye.

Goku
swallowed audibly as Vegeta turned to him, his arms crossed, brows drawn
together in his trademark scowl. He seemed to be looking for something,
searching�but Goku didn�t have any idea what. Vegeta had began walking towards
him, and now stood directly before him, looking at him with narrowed eyes, his
lips twitching occasionally as if deciding what to say.

Vegeta stared into the wet glassy orbs that were as black
as the baka�s mop of unruly saiyan hair. How he loved that hair, and had on
more than one occasion wanted to run his fingers through it. He would admit, he
had. Now was the time to be truthful, at least with himself. He could hide it
no longer, would not. For if there was anything Vegeta hated, it was
cowardice�and loving the lame brained fool was not cowardly; however, hiding,
whether it be physically or emotionally, was.

�What
am I going to do with you?� Vegeta asked softly, his scowl deepening as Goku
flinched at the sound of his voice. Goku seemed to sigh, his shoulders slumping
as he looked with saddened eyes at Vegeta. �Do you have any clue�any clue at
all as to what is happening inside you?� He asked, moving his right hand to
rest on Goku�s chest, over his heart.

Goku�s
stomach fluttered violently at Vegeta�s words, and he tried not to jerk under
the prince�s touch. Not trusting his voice, he simply shook his head, his eyes
closing. Vegeta watched, his heart aching. Goku believed him to be angry with
him, disgusted maybe. He didn�t yet realize the bond that was inside both of
them, and didn�t realize that some of the emotions he was feeling were actually
Vegeta�s. He sighed, his hand lifting to cup one side of Goku�s face. He
smirked lightly as Goku�s eyes snapped open, shock and confusion filling his
wide dark eyes. �Baka� he whispered, his anger returning briefly as he felt his
need for the young saiyan culminate. His left hand clasped Goku�s shoulder,
pulling the surprised saiyan down so that his face was inches from his own.

Goku
stared into the eyes of the man who had been many things to him over the years
they had known each other. Vegeta had been an enemy, rival, spar
partner�friend. He had angered Goku, hurt him repeatedly, tried to kill him,
degraded him�helped him. He suddenly marveled at the complexity of the man
before him; the utter paradox that was Vegeta. Little did he know, Vegeta�s
musings about Goku were running along the same lines as they stared into each
other�s eyes, drinking each other�s essence.

Vegeta�s
arms began to tremble as the fire inside him was fanned, his hatred of Goku
crumbling into dust as his love for the man surfaced, almost painfully. With a
small cry, he crushed his lips against Goku�s in a searing kiss, the other
saiyan immediately opening for him, allowing him inside without hesitation.
Vegeta explored the soft wetness of his mouth, moaning softly as their tongues
entwined together with a passion that surprised both of them. Thunder sounded
from above them, rocking the ground beneath their feet even as the rain poured
down upon them in torrents. Vegeta�s hand slid into Goku�s hair before he broke
the kiss, panting against Goku�s soft, wet lips. A flicker of his former
resentment flashed inside of him as he stared up at the other man, Goku�s eyes
now half lidded, his cheeks flushed with excitement. �Baka�I don�t know whether
to hate you, or love you�� He managed to choke out between panting. Goku smiled
sadly, and then pulled him into an embrace.

His
body stiffened as the taller saiyan�s arms went around him, Goku�s face
nuzzling deep within his rain soaked hair; slowly, he let his arms slide around
the other�s waist, pressing his cheek against the hard muscled chest. He closed
his eyes, listening to the strong heartbeat within Goku�s body, was lulled by
the constant rising and falling of his chest. He had not yet decided what he
would do, where they would go from here, but for now, he was going to love�and
be loved, by the looks of it. He would allow it, for now, anyway. He smirked,
his arms tightening around the man he�loved.

There is no middle ground

Or that's how it seems

For us to walk or to take

Instead we tumble down

Either side left or right

To love or to hate
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