Goku X Vegeta Oneshots

Seven: Blue

*Just Goku's thoughts on his beloved Prince. 😊*

I watch you do everything. I watch you wake up, stretch out, smile the beautiful way you do. You look at me, every morning, and unfailingly tell me that you love me. And I always reply that I love you too.

You get up and go into our big kitchen, only just emptied of all the new generation of Saiyans. I follow you. You try to make us breakfast, but in our mind, I'm already making love to you. You try to logic me away, but you inevitably surrender to me.

For hours, sometimes until late in the day, we stay in bed. As always, we're driven out by hunger. Then it's right back to bed. Hearing you whisper in my ear and feeling your body against mine is the most powerful drug in the Universe. Your eyes, glazed with pleasure, are always so bright.

And then...

Then there are days when I'm not quite sure if I know you.

You always want to be alone on these days. You hide in your special little room I made for you. Your Blue Room. Because you go in there when you're really, really blue.

I don't know why you get like this. You're so sad. You're angry, I think. I know it's not because of me. You stopped being angry at me forever ago. I think you're angry at yourself. Why, I'm not sure. You're perfect. You're strong and smart. Beautiful and confident. All except when you go into your Blue Room.

You act just like you did before I asked you to marry me. You cry. You scream. Your power shakes the entire house. It hurts for you. I know. I feel it too. You're broken when you come back to me. You're my Vegeta again. Not what you were.

Why did I make the Blue Room? I guess I didn't want you running away like you used to. Once you went all the way to the Arctic Circle. You got hypothermia. It was really bad.

And then one time I found you in the desert. We watched the sun set. The sky turned red, then purple, then blue. Just like you. You're so blue. Your favorite color used to be blue. Now it's gold.

I lied to you. I told you that my favorite color was gold too.

But ever since I met you, it's always been blue.

You walk in right now. I see the tears on your face. You come sit on my lap. So quiet. I don't say a thing. I just hold you. You start to cry again and I hold you tighter. I wish I could help, but you won't let me see what you're hiding. You're always hiding, even from me.

It's ok. Some things are better left alone. You don't think I should know, so I probably shouldn't.

You stop crying. You start to apologise again. I put my finger on your mouth. Then I kiss you, sending us both into a tornado of passion. I make gentle love to you.

Just another day in the Blue Room.

I don't like the Blue Room. But you want it, so I let you keep it.

On good days, you laugh and smile and sing and dance with me. We have everything we need and want.

Today is your birthday. I've got a surprise for you. I lead you to the Blue Room, delighting in your confusion. I make you close your eyes. When you open them, you see that I have painted your Blue Room... purple!

You ask me why I did it, what it means. Purple is our color. I'm red. Your blue. I tell you that you're perfect. Your past does not make you who you are. I know you made really bad choices and did really bad things, but that's not you anymore.

You have done wonderful things. You have borne my children, raised them to be strong Princes and Princesses. You've stood toe-to-toe with gods. You've saved my life and our planet.

Sure, we've had our fights. You used to hate me with a passion. I always knew there was good in you, though, and it paid off. I don't know why you needed your silly Blue Room, but you're never going to use it again. Today is the day I really help you.

You start to cry. You rush into my embrace and I just hold you. You break, finally telling me your dark secrets.

And you never needed your Blue Room again.