Vegeta's POV
I blink furiously, attempting to process what has happened..
Again.
And again.
And.... again.
No.
No way in hell that just took place.
But the more I try to blink away the evidence, the realer it becomes. My lips are tingling, I'm drenched with sweat again and it's not from training. My heart's racing, knees all wobbly. What the hell was that? What brought all of that on?
"Until tomorrow then, dear prince." I shiver at the unspoken.
You won't be seeing me tonight at dinner. But you do owe me an explanation. That's why I'm coming with you. That firm resolve settles into my mind yet a gnawing gut instinct howls with laughter.
Yeah, right. It seems to mock. Ignoring the tremor that runs through me, I resume my rigorous training, hoping I collapse from the weariness...
-'-----
Midday approaches too quickly, Whis' words ringing in my head. The additional exercise I put myself through was all for not because I'm more nervous now than I was when he first said it.
Not to mention I'm in no mood nor condition to fight a destroyer's very formidable attendant, and the one time the idiot could've been useful, he's nowhere to be found. I haven't even sensed his energy on the planet all morning.
A sharp beam of light strikes down into the Earth, announcing his arrivial. He's here...
Damn you, Kakarot. Never around when I need you. He strides over to me, confidence and serenity etched into each step he takes. I never paid attention to how graceful his pace is.
"Vegeta." Shit. He's in front of me now, my small stature seeming more apparent.
"Are you ready to go?" When you sound hoarse like that? Not particularly.
"Yes." I shrug off the burning in my chest. He owes me answers, this is all this is. I'll curse him out away from the earshot of my wife for his sneak attack although I didn't exactly shy away from it and then I will demand he take me home. Yeah... That's the plan.
Keep dreaming. Stupid, horny subconscious... Be quiet, would ya?
"Alright then. Shall we?"
-'-----
The average time it takes to get through your favorite anime is filled with my mind racing.
He hasn't spoken a word of the kiss, what if it was a mistake? Why do I feel immensely disappointed at the assumption? Why do I want him to do more? Wait, wait I want him to do more? Fuck!
"We're here. Are you okay? You haven't said a word." Oh now he wants to talk about being okay?
"Why in the hell did you kiss me?" I blurt out, fury consuming me. He's been dead silent since I've been in his grasp as if divine beings and Saiyans touch lips every other day. He's vaguely uncomfortable, tilting his head to assure that I mimic him as he walks past me to the house made tree of Lord Beerus.
It works. And I've got a semi too... Fuck...
There are no words exchanged until we reach, I believe, his room. It's so plain yet comfy. Honestly, I didn't think he had a need for a bedroom. Then again, Lord Beerus does nothing but sleep.
