The Saiyan Bond

Premonitions

*its now been two weeks since Vegeta and Goku "patched things up" and yes they are like freaking bunnies in that bedroom. There is one more ball to collect thanks to Bulma and at the moment the two full bloods are sparring outside. Vegeta has learned to grow accustomed to his lack of sight and has become much quicker in speed and skill and his other four senses. Goku has continued to encourage Vegeta to visit with his son and with the other warriors who are also at the Son home at the moment, having a friendly converstaion inside whilst the saiyans train. There has been talk of another villain approaching but they are much too far away for the Warriors to worry about it at the moment. Goten is still awkward about everything that has been going on what with the mating side of saiyans and all but he himself is starting to have strange premonitions of a certain someone coming to him in his sleep.
Goten pov
"It's...it's you again. Who are you? What do you want from me?" I ask. The figure stands in the doorway, a dark silhouette engulfing his frame. Only a sliver of moonlight shines on one eye. A scar glides through this eye. But it's somehow familiar. It's obsidian, the color of his eye. But there is a hint of blue to it thus making it unfamiliar. As though I can't place who he is.
His breath is heavy and he takes a step forward. I slide back against the wall, holding up my covers as a barrier between the two of us but he doesn't seem to notice, yet he stops.
"You aren't scared are you?" He asks. His voice is timid but gruff. The likes of which I have never heard and it sends odd shivers down my spine.
"Should I be?"
He kneels in front of my bed, no doubt he is at least a foot taller than I.
"Only if you feel that way. I bear no ill will to such a creature of your stature."
"Why do you talk like that?"
"I am a high class Saiyan. I was brought up in the Kings palace as his advisor."
"Why don't you look older? If you were his advisor you would be much older."
He reaches out to me and I shy away from his hand. He seems disappointed at my movement but then again I feel the urge to touch him but my conscience doesn't give a good reason so ignore it.
"I am Saiyan. I don't age past thirty. My body stays the same. Don't you know this? We were built to be Warriors, any older and we would be worthless to an army. "
I cock my head and look into the darkness hoping to see the rest of his facial features but I can't. He seems to be intentionally hiding himself.
"How old are you?" I ask.
"125"
"That's old."
"No. It's fairly young for our race. In our race, those thought to be elderly were 2,000 years old."
"That's really old."
"Yes it is. But I'm not elderly to you am I?"
I shake my head and lean back against the wall, resting my head gently.
"I can't see your face, I wouldn't know."
"Must you see it to know?"
I nod.
"Very well."
"Wait!" I reach out and stop him from coming closer, placing a hand on his chest. He leans into my touch almost intimidating me and I shudder at the cold feel of his armor. I notice it's cracked across the chest and I run my finger through the gash.
I realize what I'm doing and stop myself.
"W-what is your name?"
He leans closer and I do my best to push him back but he already has his knee on the bed, leaning hard.
"Must you know?" He whispers in my ear, his breath so close and splashing onto my skin. I stiffen.
I gulp with a nod before realizing I am clenching the fabric of his under armor with my fists tightly.
I panic and let go almost hesitantly and I can't understand what's wrong with me.
Who is this person and why do they keep visiting me in my dreams? I only see him here. And he always tells me we will meet soon but I haven't met him yet.
"You will find out on your own when we meet, Goten."
"But how do you-" he stands up, away from the bed and I realize he had been hovering over me seconds ago. I grasp his arm trying to keep him from leaving but he pries me off him with ease.
"Stop!"
I shriek. But he continues to walk out the room.
"Wait! Stop! Come back! I don't-"

"GOTEN! Wake up!!" My eyes fly open to see Vegeta leaning over me, shaking me furiously and I grip his arm to tell him I'm awake. He can't see me and I have learned to respond through touch now. He sighs and leans back, groping around to grip the sheets so he knows where to sit himself.
I sit up to catch my breath and cough lightly.
He furrows his brow through the bandage and his mouth opens slightly.
"Do you have a cold? Do you need medicine?" I shake my head, but catch myself and reach for his shoulder and tap once.
"Okay. Were you having a nightmare?"
I tap his shoulder once again and he leans his chin down.
"What was it then?"
I cough again and sit up straighter.
"I keep having these visions-I think. If someone. He claims to be Saiyan but he won't tell me his name."
Vegeta reaches out and touches my face gently searching for my hair no doubt as he has started to do recently, and runs his fingers through the front of my hair to the back soothingly.
It's unusual to have such an angry little man treat me this way but dad says it's because of the loss of the baby.
"What does he look like, Goten?"
"I don't know." I breath. His touch is almost intoxicating and I start to feel myself relax a little more. He senses it and smirks.
"This works with everyone in the Son family I have noticed." I tap his shoulder twice, lazily and he chuckles.
"What does he do in these visions?" His fingers start to scratch lightly and I let out a little purr. He adds a second hand and massages my temples a little harder and I lean into it feeling completely engrossed in the touch.
"He...he stands in my doorway. Then he talks to me and sits on the bed with me. He's always so.....close though."
Vegeta hums in thought and I'm already closing my eyes having a mental orgasm at his touch.
Jesus how does he do this?
"It's possible he was your intended mate. I don't know of any saiyans still being alive. So I doubt you have yet to meet him."
I nod obliviously and he continues to massage my head as I lean back into my pillow. Without removing his hands, he stands up and moves behind the bed and continues to calm me. I think he stayed until I fell asleep, because when I woke up in the morning he was gone but I don't remember the touch ever disappearing.