The Saiyan Bond

He is

"Okaru, at your service." He bows his head with a smile and I blush, looking away.
What is wrong with me?
"Okaru...do I look familiar to you...at all?"
He looks at me curiously, then shakes his head.
"Not in the slightest. Perhaps there is a mistake?"
I shake my head furiously.
"N-no there is no mistake. It's just....you see I-"
He has a sudden moment of realization and he seems to gleefully perk up, "You dream?"
I glance up in surprise and he smirks.
"It is quite common to have such things. I assume that means I'm your mate yes?"
I nod again and try to distance myself from him Incase he tries anything but he doesn't.
"B-but I don't like...guys."
He frowns.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I just...I don't like you that way."
"You don't perceive me as your mate?"
"N-no."
"Then why have your cheeks been so flushed this morning?"
"I-"
"And why did you fall in my arms?"
"We-"
"You brought me to your room, and even stuttered and grew flustered when discussing my shower."
"STOP!" I grew scattered in breath trying to regain my senses. I glare at him under my hair and it worries me to see him with such a frightened expression.
"I apologize if I offended you, young warrior."
I groan and fall back on my bed, my hands gripping my hair.
"I just- I don't understand all this yet. It's confusing. It's weird to have thought I would be screwing a girl but now I'm the one getting screwed. You know?"
He shakes his head and stands to sit next to me.
"I don't. I am sorry."
My hands fly out onto either side of me and I grip the sheets.
"Perhaps you would prefer if we took things slower paced correct?"
He asks.
I sigh and sit up on my elbows to look at him.
"Look. You kissed me in my dream. I don't even know if I liked it then. Okay?"
He grows a devilish smirk and leans close to me, our faces inches apart.
"Why not see if you like it now then?"
I gulp and press a hand to his chest to create a barrier.
He leans closer, as if my arm is nothing.
"I-w-wait no!"
He pouts cutely.
Cutely?
"But don't you see if you try it now, you might understand it better?"
My eyes dart around and I can see already he isn't going to stop and my body shivers in embarassment.
Damnit all
"F-fine. B-but just a quick one."
He smiles and his features seem to soften just like in the dream and it makes my stomach flutter slightly. It's uncomfortable.
He presses his arm in the other side of me on the sheets and leans forward, pressing our lips together, I hesitate to meet him halfway so he moves in on his own.
Soon im met with such a soft and moist feeling to my lips and I feel heat rise to my cheeks. I crane my neck back and he presses harder, moving his lips in sync with mine slowly and passionately as though his life depended on it.
What?! In sync?! Was I approving it?! Passionately?! Are you joking?!
I feel my heart beat quicken as he growls quietly and I want to push him off but at the same time I can't bring my self to do so.
He cups my cheek with his big soft hand and that's when I snap. His touch. It makes my skin tingle.
My fist goes out and I hit him atop the head.
"Gah! B-Baka! I said a QUICK one!" He groans and rubs his head and I blush, turning to look the other way, trying to hide my redness.
He scoffs and sits up straight.
"Did you not like it?"
"I-I don't know yet."
"Shall we have to try again?"
"Huh?! No!" I jump up and point towards the bathroom. "Go shower you idiot!"
He smiles cheekily, scrunching the scar on his face and walks into the bathroom nonchalantly.
I grumble under my breath and leave the room to find Trunks.
But when I get downstairs no one is there. Just a note on the table.
"Bulma called. We left to go meet her and get Vegetas eyes fixed. Won't be home till later cus we might be celebrating. Maybe you and Okaru can get to know each other more. Wink wink. Love, Dad. ( well technically Gohan wrote this cus dad can't write but you get the jist.)"
I groan and sink into the dining chair with my hand to my forehead.
Vegeta Pov
It is much more painful to regrow a pair of eyes than to lose them. It was as if someone took a knife and stabbed outward from the inside of my skull and slowly sawed the holes out.
But I was able to overlook the pain considering the fact I would soon see my mate and all the other saiyans alongside him.
Kakarot slowly unwraps my bandage and I can feel that his hands are shaking, trembling and I want to comfort him but I'm too excited to see again.
At first it's too bright, a flash of white mainly, but there is a silhouette that stands out, it is Kakarot and I have never been so happy to see him in all my entire life. He looks at me with a weak expression and falls to his knees, remaining eye contact and I start to feel the foreign sting of warm tears line my cheeks. I hadn't cried in so long...
"Vegeta they're so-"
"Kakarot!"
"They're so-so beautiful!" He falls into a fit of tears and I get to my knees to hold him close and he just continues to choke on his own tears. I run my fingers soothingly through his hair and he holds me tightly making me feel so close.
"Kakarot please look at me I miss your face."
He nods and pulls back, gripping my shoulders and I take in all of his features. His sleepy smile and his enthusiastic eyes, that goofy hairdo and his ski jump nose. I sniff and smile sheepishly.
"I missed you so" I whisper and pull him back into a hug. I hearTrunks laugh excitedly and run up to us joining the hug as does Gohan.
I sit back up after the long embrace and pull Kakarot to stand wth me.
"Let's go home shall we?"
He nods but stops, shoving his finger in the air with an idea no doubt.
"But FURST! Roshis place! We are gonna celebrate!" I smirk and smack his shoulder letting him lead the way onward to his old friends home.