The Words I Long To Hear

      He’s so beautiful I thought as I watched him sleep. It had been a long day of sparring for him and he’d passed out from the exhaustion. I couldn’t stop myself as I reached down to touch his face. It was so warm and soft. I ran my fingers gently down his cheek, and he stirred, momentarily grumbling something like “I’ll get you yet Kakkarot, I swear it…I swear…” I smiled as I pulled my hand away and walked out of the family room where he was sleeping on the couch.

      I arose late the next day and he was already up. All he’s wearing is his boxers… I thought. I caught myself and quit thinking about it, but to no avail – a blush had already crept across my face. “What the hell are you staring at?” translation: good morning. Why are you blushing? I just stood there looking at him stupidly, until I realized I was staring and then I let out a shrill agitated laugh as I threw my arm behind my head. Still blushing I turned to the refrigerator to get something to make for breakfast. “S-so, um…do you wanna stay and have something to eat?” I stammered. He was still looking at me like I was insane. He cocked his head to one side, shrugged and said, “Sure, why not. As long as you do the cooking.” I nodded and began making French toast.

      After breakfast he returned home. I walked into the family room and sighed as I flopped lazily onto the couch he had slept on the night before. I grabbed the TV remote and started channel surfing. There was nothing on, so I flipped back to MTV, turned the volume down and decided to daydream about him. A vision of him entered my mind. That raven black hair that defied gravity, those smoldering black eyes that are so enticing…and that rare smile of his. Normally the only kind of smile people can evoke from him is a smirk…but I’ve seen him really smile. Just once mind you, but it was special. I smiled as the image moved down to his strong jaw, down his thick neck, and I went through a very close examination of his perfectly proportioned, heavily muscled little body.

      Later that day we met up, same time as always, and did what we always do together-we sparred. After about 4 hours we were both getting a little tired but neither of us was willing to give up. Finally I was able to get a good hit in on him and just before he started spiraling towards the ground below, he grabbed me by the top of my shirt, dragging me down with him.

      When I came to, I was on top of him, and we were both bleeding and bruised pretty badly. He was softly snoring-no wait…he wasn’t…he couldn’t be…he was…he was purring. It was actually really cute but just as I was chuckling to myself over his kawaii-ness(^^ I luv my queer lil word…) his eyes fluttered open and the soft sound stopped. Damn…he was so cute and now this means we have to get up in a seco- “What the hell??!” I looked up at him surprised. I realized I was staring and blushing again, not to mention I was laying on top of him…I guess it would make him feel a little uncomfortable, even though we were best friends (though he’d never admit it ^^;;) and his wife died in a plane crash 2 years earlier, leaving him and his son.

      My spouse died with his wife on the same plane. Perhaps it was fate…but never mind that. So beautiful… I felt my mind wandering. Oh no, what am I doing!? Stop, stop!!! But I wouldn’t stop…I couldn’t stop…I leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

      Before either of us really realized what was going on, I found my hands exploring his muscular chest under his shirt and his hands were entangled in my hair. Wait a sec…he…he’s kissing me back! What’s going on?? And why are his hands in my hair…?

I pulled back, stunned. He looked up at me, blanched, and threw me off of him as he blasted off into the endless blue sky.

      I wandered aimlessly until I noticed I had reached my home. I opened the door and stepped in to find my 2 sons sitting on the couch talking. The younger of the two looked up at me and smiled. “Welcome home,” he beamed. My older son then turned, also smiling and waved. Then they turned back and continued their conversation. I decided to go up to my room. I had meant to go to sleep but I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He probably hated me now. I noticed I couldn’t hear my boys talking anymore and figured they’d gone to sleep. I closed my eyes and began contemplating what to say to him tomorrow, but before I knew it I had fallen asleep, consumed with dreams of him.

      The next day at 11am I woke up. When I went downstairs to make breakfast I found my sons had left, most likely to spar with each other. I smiled and continued to rummage through the pantry. When I found I needed to go grocery shopping, I decided to go talk to him at his house, and figured I’d eat there with him.

      When I knocked on his door, his son answered. “G’morning,” I said, trying to sound cheerful. Deep inside I dreaded facing him after what happened yesterday. Then I remembered his son was still standing there and I brought myself out of “la la land”. “I need to talk to your dad,” I said. “Oh, well he’s in the gravity room training. But he should be coming in to eat any time now. You wanna come in and wait?” I hesitated…hell, why not “Ok, sure. Can I have something to eat while I wait, though? I’m STARVING!”  “Sure,” the boy replied.

      I was just finishing my pancakes when he walked in. His son and I were at the table eating silently. He walked by, his gorgeous face expressionless as he stared me down, his midnight black eyes taking me in… “Why are you here?” he questioned. I winced. I could tell by the edge in his voice he was mad at me. His son could tell too, and the boy stood up and left us in the room…alone…crap… “W-well…I, uh…” I stumbled over my words like an idiot, “ well you see I, and then I was thinking…and well then…and…um…” Just spit it out dammit! My mind screamed, “I’vebeeninlovewithyouforeverandI’msorrybutitjustkindahappenedandit’llneverhappenagain!!” There…I had said it. I looked down, expecting him to yell at me, but instead, I felt a strong but gentle hand caress my cheek.

      I looked up at him. So beautiful… and we kissed. It was so wonderful, so sweet. Soon our hands and lips were exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. I was in heaven. He loves me too! Oh Kami-sama this is the best day of my life…he’ll never actually say he loves me but he does…oh…but my sappy thoughts were cut off by the distraction of his tongue sliding into my mouth.

      He’s so beautiful I thought as I watched him sleep. I was no longer afraid to touch his soft features and cup his cheek as I ran my thumb across his lips. His eyes opened and he looked at me with those hypnotically beautiful eyes of his and he smiled. “Ai shiteru, Vegeta” I whispered. “Ai shiteru mo, Kakkarot” he sighed as he drifted back to sleep.

                                                 ~OWARI~ yay!!