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Watcher
By : Vegetaswriter
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male
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This is not a Goku/Vegeta fic…. Well kinda, it mentions G/V, but this is a different kind of spin, no lemon in this chapter, maybe I might do a second that contains lemon, who knows. But this is a fic told in the eyes of the watcher.

Watcher

            For countless months, years, days and hours I have watched the embodiment of beauty love and mourned over another, another whom would never love the beauty as he should. I could love the beauty, as he deserves to be loved.

            I watched the beauty struggled, and fought against his newly discovered emotions; saw how he defied them for years, until the ‘other’ pulled them outward. It was a trait Goku was known for, hauling hidden feelings to the surface that man would be able to pull tears from a stone; that was what he had accomplished once before, and I its witness.

            Vegeta, the beauty, lay upon the dirt on an alien planet; voice choked with silent tears, telling Goku of his trials and loses in the hands of the tyrant. My face was slack, my heart pounded as I gawk upon the last remaining Saiyans engaged in a private manner. Vegeta bore his story, short, sweet, and to the point; but it left me with an urging desire to know more, hear as he speaks so openly, so freely; unrestrained.

            It was the beginning, the start of my watching, I had to see more, know more, and the thought of knowing I would intruded on private secretive moments unnerved me. This beautiful creature once again found himself being used, and controlled. I wanted to lock him away, keep the abusers far from him, safe…

            Goku used the Prince, for more than excuses to be away from his wife. After Goku yanked and exposed Vegeta’s feelings in the open, he capitalized. Goku drank greedily from the royal flesh, touching and experiencing heaven in those arms, and once his flesh was satisfied, he would stretch, giving a faked yawn, turning his stupid flashy naïve grin Vegeta’s way, remark about having such a good time and well, frankly, just leave with a wave of his hand. Leaving the Prince to lay in the aftermath of their ‘love making’ ashamed, and yet, the Prince allowed this to happen time and time again. Goku would come, sometimes being sweet, and other times he would be vicious, dominating the Prince, whispering harsh and muggy words. But it was always the same, once the deed was done, Goku would just leave.

            I would watch as the beauty’s shoulders would shake as he curled in on himself, I wanted to reach out, touch him, hold him, but I am just a watcher, look but do not touch; so I’m told.

            I knew it would be a matter of time when Vegeta would deny Goku the free rein he once had, and unfortunately, he finally learned the truth of the matter. He gave Goku a choice, more like ultimatums. One, to tell the truth about how he felt for him and what they have is real. Two, become mates, and life as two full blooded Saiyans as mates. The third choice, never see one another again unless on the battlefield or Bulma’s reunion parties.

            My heart ached for him that day, tears stung my eyes as my Prince never got the happily ever after with a man he loved, his first love. Goku stepped back, smiled and commented about he was going to miss their fooling around, because, and I quote ‘it was fun’; my teeth nearly cracked under the pressure watching the fool tossed away my Prince, as if he was nothing. Goku vanished from his spot, just in time too; he missed the crumbling Prince fall to his knees, palming his face, hiding his tears. My eyes stung, the pain radiating off my beauty cut my heart into slivers. In time he will heal, and maybe then, I’ll have the balls to show my Prince love.

            Today was a good day, like everyday I kept to my simple routine, and my gaze fixed on the man that became my day to day world. His cocky grins send chills lacing up and down my spine, his light chuckles made me smile, and the way his walks; the personification of royalty, oh how his buttocks flex with each new step is tempting. He is very meticulous with his personal hygiene, shave, pluck, floss, brush, shape, and double check every corner of his perfected facial features, day in and day out. It makes me wish I wasn’t as tardy with my own personal hygiene: note to self; never call him a dirty monkey, Goku on the other hand, is open game. But it wasn’t this that made my chest swell with pride and hope.

            Vegeta had sworn off Goku, for nearly a year, refused to see him, after many nights of wasted tears, Vegeta held true, destroying any picture that held the visage of Goku; Bulma caulked it up to Vegeta losing a sparring match with Goku. But I knew the truth. This like any other day, Vegeta was doing his routine training regime in the deep thick humid jungles of the south, his movements fluid like flowing water; breathtaking. His body bend and bowed, showing the flexibility of each muscle; I wasn’t the only one admiring the Prince’s activities.

            “I almost forgot how easily your body can move Geta.”

            My beauty stopped his mid flip instantly, his face turned into the growling scowl I never did like, but admired all the same. His voice was sharp, steady, and held a vicious snapping bite. “Don’t call me that fool!”

            “Come on Geta, I just wanted to see how you are doing…” Goku crossed his arms with a sly grin. “I missed you and our… time together.”

            “Leave, there isn’t anything here for you, and there is absolutely nothing to discuss.” Vegeta snapped, his fist tightened, his nails nearly penetrating the palms of his hands.

            In a flash Goku was standing far too close to my beauty, holding his forearms tightly, his mouth ghostly bushing Vegeta’s ear; my blood boiled. I nearly snapped from my occupation of watching to yank Goku away from the Prince, what happened next had me glued to my very spot. Goku forced his lips upon my Prince’s, and what horrified me was how Vegeta reacted. His knees swayed, and he arched into the persuasive lip lock, adding to it with enthusiasm. Then I knew Vegeta still cared for Goku, still loved the bastard even after all he had done, Vegeta still loved him; my heart wept.

            The dry tears halted, my mourning subsided once I heard a painful yelp come from Goku, blood trailed down his abused bottom lip, Vegeta seemed to regain himself, much to my delight, and with a powerful blow to the chin Goku was sailing away. “Don’t fucking come near me again Kakarot! I am not your whore!”

            The audacity of Goku made me ill to the core; I truly didn’t know this man, for he just licked the blood from his bleeding lip flashing a canine, and a look of pure sinister desire he laughed… laughed, as if Vegeta just told him the funniest joke in the universe. I’ve never heard his voice take on such a dark deep tone, it chilled me. “Don’t kid yourself Vegeta, soon you’ll realize I’m all you got. No-one else cares about you, and one day you’ll accept any attention I’m willing to give.” And just like that he left…

~~~~ Author perspective ~~~~

          Vegeta crossed his arms, not truly, he held himself, looking for the comfort he grew accustomed to, himself. His jaw muscles twitched, he felt the burning sharp taste of brewing tears, in which he swallowed. Kakarot, a man that meant everything to him, he was an enemy, saviour, super Saiyan, rival, friend, and lover. He fell for everything he and the others believed of him, he was pure, innocent, non-judgemental, he had a underlying brightness all around him, he found himself drawn into the warmth that brightness gave. He never thought he be here, like this, alone.

            The day Kakarot pulled his confessions from him, open to the elements and accepted what he thought was Kakarot’s love, it was everything he fantasized it would be; Kakarot was sweet, gentle, spoke soft mummers of appreciation. Then it was over, and a effortless goodbye left him hallow. He gave Kakarot his undying love, gave him the last shreds of his innocents, and… spread his legs like a whore to the third class. The shame and hurt consumed him, yet instead of believing the truth he came up with his own lies, to make it seem easier, that in the end Kakarot would show their love to the others, make him an honest man and become bonded mates. How many excuses and lies did he come up with just to make the pain less? He lost count. Some he remembered were his children must need him, it was his first time; he is unsure of how to act and say, his wife must have him leashed. Always the same, someone else needed him, but he, Vegeta himself needed him the most. The words “it was fun” haunted him every night, when he laid awake looking at his ceiling wondering why Kakarot wouldn’t lay here with him, keep him warm at night, why so many damn lonely nights.

            Now it was over, and the happenings of this day will be a burden he would never recover from; did Kakarot truly think so lowly of him, something to play with and toss once done, and never to touch again once the novelty is over. He sucked in a trembling breath, holding back the pain, storing in deep within himself, no more, no more! His heart beat increased, he loved Kakarot, truly loved the man, he would have given everything for him, done everything he asked, but those feelings were not returned.

            Vegeta tensed and perked once he heard the scuffling of trees leaves, he whirled around fist ready to strike, snarling. “I told you Kakarot to…”

            His fist was caught in a rough hand, sorrow filled eyes held his gaze. “Vegeta… I am not Goku, but I can love you as you deserve.”

            “Wha...” Vegeta lost track of his voice as he stared at a man he would never believe to come before him, a man he never really did think about at all really.

            “I’ve watched you for far too long Vegeta, watched you struggled, and preserver. I am done watching from afar Vegeta.” He weaved a hand through the locks of the shocked Prince, nearly moaning his approval at the velvety softness. “I want to show you love, take care of you. I would boast to the universe how much my heart beats for you. I would love you like no other Vegeta, only if you will have me.”

            Vegeta’s brow creased, his mouth became dry, and uncertainty bellowed through his soul. His lips parted and he spoke a name, it was all he could have done under such circumstances.

                “Gohan…”
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Watcher	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1658 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: i do not own dbz, or make money from this

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