Goku X Vegeta Oneshots

Eclipse of The Soul

*Part 2 of Twilight of The Heart*

"I see you have returned."

I sighed, not meeting his eyes. I'm not sure how I'd feel looking into that deadly blue gaze. He already knew my decision; likely he had for some time. After fighting the guilt that came with the threat of abandonment, I told my beloved sons and my dearest friends goodbye. Some part of me questioned why I would give up my relatively happy life for him, but my Saiyan blood called for a change. I looked at him then, and again I shivered upon looking into his eyes.

They always looked dead to me, like when a body has been left long enough to turn the eyes grey. His pupils almost seemed to have faded slightly with time, half blending in with his blue-green irises. I didn't much like it, but eventually I grew used to his dead stare. "Yeah... Are you ready?"

"Naturally," he replied. Gods, even his voice was flat. He'd totally forgotten how to even pretend to have emotion at this point. It scared me, to be honest. "I have a ship waiting. Are you familiar with Bulma's Altitude?"

"Nope," I replied, following him as he headed for a new location. "Is it a newer ship?"

"Somewhat. She only built it a few years ago. I helped design it." He looked over his shoulder, his gaze implying something.

"How long have you been planning this, exactly?" I had to ask.

"Four years. Yes." He nodded in confirmation. He'd grown weird little habits of commenting on his own thought process or replying to himself as if a question had been asked.

I was really glad that I couldn't see into his head. He was scary enough without me knowing what he thought about.

But perhaps it was little more than basic things, simple calculations and probabilities of reactions that he himself or others around him could have to a thousand variables or nothing at all. Without emotion, he was little more than a machine. But it made me happy to know that around me he had even a little emotion. Only for me, it seemed. I liked that.

The ship was indeed impressive. The Altitude was big, certainly, but not so big as to seem absurdly large for our purposes. Vegeta wanted luxury and solitude with me, and this could provide us with both. Seeing my expression, Vegeta tilted his head. "Does this please you?" he asked.

I smiled. "Yeah, it looks great! Can't wait to see the inside. Is it comfy?"

"Very. I had the intentions of perfect comfort for Saiyans." The port opened and we slipped inside. "The colors are warm for your sake; I know you favor them over blues and greens and purples. My own cabin clashes somewhat due to its darer shades."

I looked around, amazed. It was like a cruise ship, but for space. I could smell food and something else. My senses relaxed and I had to purr. The whole atmosphere of the ship was laid back and calm. I was pretty surprised that Vegeta had managed to design such a relaxed environment. "I've gotta admit, I am very impressed!" I said. "This is cool!"

His eyes had been assessing everything about my reaction to the ship. "This aesthetic pleases you. Good. There will be little need to worry about supplies for quite some time. I was very careful in my calculations of what we would need. I know that you are hungrier some days and prepared for that as well. I myself eat notably less than what I know is a healthy proportion for a Saiyan my age and size, and I am hoping to remedy that."

"Don't lose me there," I laughed. It was funny when he started to ramble. He really liked talking. "You worked so hard to make this happen."

"I did, but it was just what was necessary." Even now he was a tad conceited. Little bastard.