The Saiyan Bond

Issues

Gokus pov~
I stand on the walkway that leads to my old house, unsure of whether I want to finally go inside yet. It's been two months since Chi Chi died and it's still taking its toll on me. She had provided me with nearly everything necessary in keeping me alive all these years. Sure she could be rude and narcissistic at times, but I still had loved her. What I hated most was there was a tingling sense of relief in my emotions at knowing I would walk through those doors without her being there.
I shook my head and look down disappointed.
No. Not yet.
So I turn away and jump, flying towards the river bed just a few miles from here.
I had been staying at the creek, camping out while the boys stayed at Capsule Corp. I hadn't seen them in a while either.
In fact I hadn't seen anyone these past two months.
Lightly landing on the soft sand I sense a presence to my left and am able to realize who it is within seconds.
"Kakarot. Avoiding my efforts to spar lately, have you?"
I grit my teeth, not angrily, but in a slight fear that I have disappointed him.
I muster my strength to face him and give a weak smile.
"Sorry I let you down buddy, just been... held up on a few things."
His brow quirks fitting his posture of his usual arms crossed, leaned against something look.
"What could you possibly be busy with? It's not as if you have a job, fool"
I nod slowly.
He continues to speak, not acknowledging how uncomfortable I'm beginning to feel.
"Well, get used to seeing me more often low class, that harpy of mine finally kicked me out. She prefers that Yamcha weakling. Apparently he's just more kind than I am. So I will stay with you seeing I don't know any other place to go. I figured you wouldn't mind me at your house, but I have never been there so I just sensed your energy."
I took a step back surprised at all this information. He just got kicked out of his home from his wife and he didn't seem the least bit sorry nor sad. He completely ignored the reality of losing a home. And somehow he felt comfortable enough with me to live with me next? Why was he so hard to read?
I sigh and close my eyes thinking. It had to happen soon, that was true and it looked as though Vegeta would be my reason to go back home.
He smirked, "Where is your abode anyway, Kakarot?"
"I will show you come on"
We ascended upwards and made our way back the way I had came. Till I found myself in a familiar place.
Home.
The house stood quiet and in an uncomfortable aura. It looked.... sad.
Flowers on the window sills were dead and the grass around it was mangled.
"Well, Kakarot, you clearly can't maintain your keep."
I watched in disbelief as he casually waltzed into my house, throwing the door open and ignoring my stiffness.
Slowly, I found my feet and walked to the open door way. It looked as though it was a foreign place. I didn't dare step in and that clearly agitated the prince.
"What is with you Kakarot? You're being strange. Just come in already."
I gulped and shook my head.
"I-I can't! I just-I can't!"
He stepped towards me and gave me a curious look, his features softening slightly.
"What do you mean you can't? You live here don't you?"
I nodded, tears brimming as I looked away.
"I haven't- I haven't been home since...."
His breath hitches and I looked up to see his pitiful expression.
"Kakarot.... I didn't... I'm so sorry."
I nodded understandingly and gave another weak smile. He sniffed, and examined his shoes obviously unsure how to handle the situation.
Vegetas pov~
I had no notion that Kakarot could ever feel such a way. It irked me slightly that he could get so depressed as to not step foot in his home for two months. I had felt sure he had been over the Onna's death by now but I was clearly wrong.
"Kakarot.... you need to come inside."
I placed a hand on his shoulder, my expression softening as much as I could.
It was about three months ago I had realized I liked the idiot. And not just a mutual feeling of friendship but a hint of lust was in the mix of it all. There were times where I would dream of him, perishing in battle. The feeling of pain would engulf me so harshly it was to the point that I awoke in furious sweats. I had begun to worry over the fact no one had seen the warrior in so long and I feared something had happened to him. One night, I remembered what some of these things meant. Saiyans, would mate for life when on our home planet. It was common for males to be attracted to other males. There was no such thing as phobias on that place. And when Saiyans found their mates they would feel certain connections, strange ones. I felt his dreams every now and then. I even had moments of imagining things with him, secret, mature things. I couldn't tell anyone knowing on earth that sort of thing is commonly looked down upon. He didn't know, that I could be sure of, but I didn't know how to deal with it. I was in love with the one person I originally meant to hate with every blood cell in my body.
He looked at me with uncertain eyes and I felt as though I was teaching trunks to walk all over again. I took Kakarot's wrist and pulled him gently into the house.
He breathed shakily, walking through each room with me and taking in the reality. His feet seemed to stumble unfamiliar to the touch of the floors and I had to help him regain balance a few times before we sat down in the kitchen at the table. I sat across from him and he looked at me with an expression of gratitude.
"You're welcome." I said.
He nodded and dropped his head to his hands and wept against the table.
I stiffen, unsure what to do. I can't get soft on him otherwise he will know something is up, and I can't ignore him or I would be considered heartless. So I reached across the table slowly, and take his hand. He looks at the gesture curiously and I tremble unsure what he will say.
He can't know. Not yet not yet
He smiles gently and I feel his thumb glide over my knuckles in a peculiar caress.
I don't know what to do in this moment and I can sense that he doesn't either so we Just sit and stare at each other.
"Vegeta.... you can stay."
I nod, letting out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and look out the window, our hands still connected.
He turns my hand, Palm facing upwards and with the tip of his finger, traces the lines on my skin crossing a small scar here and there and I shiver at his touch. What is he doing?
"I will stay, and I would like to train each day if that's alright for you. I have a feeling you have gotten soft due to your........ absence among the rest of us."
He nods and keeps touching my hand so kindly.
I'm starting to feel my heart race so I yank it from his reach with a scowl and tell him not to be so childish.
He laughs innocently and stands.
"I need to shower. I will be back in 10 minutes."
I huff. He takes it as an allowance and leaves to go upstairs.
Once he is gone I slump in my seat fear stricken through my body with a mix of pleasure. I am living with my future mate and he doesn't even know it yet.