Inali

Chapter 12

Vegeta's nose was in Goku's hair, half asleep, the sound of a light spring wind outside the window and the cries of various animals... it all sounded like an afterlife that Vegeta had never believed in.

The Prince of all Saiyans would die in battle, ending his days in a glorious death after killing as many opponents as possible... nothing else had ever existed for him.

As he listened to Kakarot's breath on his skin, his nose buried in his wild hair remembered how he had reacted a few hours earlier: he hadn't noticed that scent. Outrageous. How could he have let his guard down so much? He had really been so tense that he had gone back in time, ready to kill anyone who dared to approach him... the real question was: since when hadn't he been like this?

Goku snorted and squirmed in his sleep, the royal tail gripping him around his neck as Vegeta hugged him. Goku sighed calmly before returning to his dreams.

The dark fur hid other bites on Goku's skin and Vegeta's neck itched... as if the fire beast felt offended. Of course, it was more important to put a sign on Kakarot, to warn anyone that the handsome Saiyan was already taken. He didn't want anyone else from him... never wanted... never... he smelled the smell of the water again, remembering that he couldn't let his guard down, or he risked blowing everything up.

The bedside scouter chirped a couple of times, remembering the unread messages. Somewhere there was a war... that had always been a part of him. His dreams were always filled with him killing the Ice Family. When he had the luxury of dreaming.

Goku was dangerous... beyond his strength and his Super Saiyan ascension... he represented a forbidden dream that Vegeta had to get away from.

Vegeta's hands passed across his broad back, unleashing delicious little noises from the large creature draped over him. Slowly, even Goku began to cuddle him, with small delicate touches like butterfly wings on his face, as if to memorize every corner of him.

With a bubble in his chest, Vegeta caught that hand and kissed its palm. Goku sighed a wet noise and if possible, he came even closer, as if he never wanted to break away. The fire beast roared with satisfaction, because this... this was exactly how it was meant to be. The fire was bubbling inside Vegeta ready to swallow Goku, to protect him from anyone... no one could take him away: the Ox Kingdom, the Ice Family... the soldiers... his father. He would have killed them all. No one would have taken away his rare flower... no one would ever dare to speak, to contradict his choices.

A saiyan was made up of the call for battle and pure instinct... and Vegeta felt that he was going against his own nature, wanting to get away from Goku.

Goku was that number in the equation of the road to the throne, which he had never considered... angry with himself, because Goku broke down any self-control that he had always proudly said he had.

Vegeta was possessive, not protective. He was cruel and a killer, he didn't know how to take care of others. Then came this angel who showed him he could. Could Vegeta accept this side of himself? Maybe it was easier for Goku... for him everyone was good, everyone kept a good heart... Would Goku ever understand that Vegeta couldn't be the prince he had imagined? All the lies he hadn't told... all the words the actions to manipulate him into getting closer to him.

Goku didn't deserve this decadent, arid Prince. He had secretly hoped that his light and pure water could do something for his dark and damned soul.

Vegeta sighed an ironic smile and kissed the young man's wrist, his lips pressed to the vein where the blood ran... that call so succulent.

He had to forget the version of himself that existed thanks to Goku... his sweet Kakarot. He had to. The Saiyans' future depended on it. And the future of the Ox Kingdom as well... would personally look after Kakarot and his family, keeping them as far away from his heart and mind as possible.