Goku X Vegeta Oneshots

Nature's Breath

The only sound that broke the cool forest's silence was the heavy, trudging footsteps of a shadowed figure. The moonlight drained all color away from the world. It created an eerie air all around him. But moonlight was a comforting thing. It cooled and healed, offered a reprieve from the sun's scorching heat. A breathy sigh sent a puff of smoking warmth into the chilly air. He shouldn't have come out here. He never did well in the cold. But... he had to get away from... him. Even if only for a while.

Such heavy, cold thoughts for such a young soul.

The man who now crept dejectedly through the frosted wood looked around. "Who's there?"

There was a moment of silence. I... do not have a name. What is yours, little soul?

He moved back against an ancient oak, whose long, spiraling branches eased even above the younger, stronger trees. "I... I am called Vegeta," he replied softly to the empty air. "Where are you?"

Just here, the voice breathed. I mean you no ill will, little soul. A shaky, weak breath, like an old man struggling to fill his lungs with precious air, was heard almost right behind Vegeta. But- nonsense, the only thing behind him was the tree. It is cold, young soul. Too cold for your kind. Here. Come inside.

"Inside?" Vegeta asked under his breath in confusion. Then he saw an opening leading into the tree. "Oh. Oh, are you in-?" He looked inside, and his keen eyes caught only the empty space. "... here."

It is much warmer out of the wind, isn't it? The voice's strength originated from just over his head. Vegeta looked up and saw only the darkness. He didn't dare light any ki, for the tree was so old that he feared it would go up in flames from even a small amount of energy. Come. Relax.

Vegeta slowly entered and say down on the hard ground. It was warmer here... He curled up against the wall. "So... if you don't have a name, might I ask what you are?"

I am... this soul. Many ages ago, when the whole world was all but new, my soul entered this life form. Oh, in those days it was fresh and green... And now I struggle to bear a single leaf when the season turns.

It slowly began to dawn upon the Saiyan what the voice meant. "You... You're this, this tree?" he gasped, reaching to gently touch the worn interior.

Yes, little soul. It... does feel good to have some contact with a live spirit once more.

"What do you mean?" Vegeta asked.

That is a long tale.

Vegeta laughed breathily. "I have time."

Very well, little soul. Again he heard the weary breath. But first I must ask... What brings you out here, in such cold weather and heart?

Vegeta slowly curled into himself, his eyes meeting the ground.

"Why are you being so damn disrespectful!? Gods! I've done everything for you! I gave up everything for you! I have sacrificed my life, my reputation, everything! For you!"

"I'm not a fucking slave! I hadn't realized that being your lover meant being your mother. You ask me why I'm being disrespectful? Let me remind you that I am your Prince! You should be answering to my beck and call!"