"Vegeta, what's up?" Son Goku asked, slanting gold eyes surrounded by angled red outlines.
Vegeta's own cobalt gaze held his own, bottomless and hungry. Two tails, one cerise and one scarlet curled and unfurled back and forth behind each furred figure. Vegeta's hard muscled legs seemed poured into the tight glossy skin of his pants. Lavender gloves sheathed either hand, matching the boots reminiscent of his princely ones.
"Enough small talk. Let's go, clown," Vegeta said, with almost a note of fondness in his growl.
Shaking his head Son Goku watched the Prince stand with both legs spread out at the width of his shoulder, and his hands positioned in the fighting stance. Struck with the familiarity of their first fight, Son Goku shivered in anticipation of the match to come. If Goku happened to look up he noticed the blinding shaft of light was now a small sphere hovering high overhead. He suspected Bulma had something to do with Vegeta's recent ascension. Not that he was complaining now, forming the opposite parenthesis to the space Vegeta formed from him. Slowly they circled, the dance beginning with the locking of amber to cobalt stares.
Irises dilated watching the tensing of Vegeta's muscles beneath their velvety blood colored pelt. Son Goku briefly entertained the though of running his fingers through it to see if the nap was equal to his own fur coat. Now Goku felt his spine twitching with the ever increasing sway of his tail in wider arcs. Oddly enough he could see Vegeta's maroon red tail whipping back and forth. With knees slightly bent, Vegeta partly squatted, tightening the leather fabric over his crotch and thighs. Goku felt his own loose pants suddenly too confining and marveled at the dichotomy. Distracted he didn't react till a split second later to Vegeta's powerful lunge.
Goku snapped his neck backwards, then raise his knee to block Vegeta's kick. Baggy pants whispered against glossy leather, a contrast of loose and relaxed versus tight and strict. Veritable opposites of one another, they were still mirror images of a strange whole. Back and forth the punches landed with the crack of muscle to bone. Neither seemed to gain the upper hand, yet both knew they loved the dance. It was a game to the fiercely grinning Son Goku, and a contest to the glowering Prince.
Purple gloved fingers interlaced with Goku's bare ones. With a grunt Vegeta levered up his slightly shorter and compact body to shove against the taller ss4. Why did neither of them resort to fancy energy blasts, Son Goku wondered. Only an arm's length from the relentless cobalt stare, Son Goku's world narrowed to the immediate front of a powerful spicy tang stinging his nose and palate.
So close did Vegeta's face approach his in their push of war that he felt the hot blast of the Prince's hissing exhale against his cheek. It left a burning trace that spread a wave of molten heat over Goku from head to toe. Neither wanted to break the pushing of palm to palm and body to body as Vegeta levered hard and grunted with regal angled featured twisted in a grimace.
"I'm... a lot stronger then before, but you're pretty tough, Vegeta," Goku panted.
"Yield... Kakkarot. I'm not a pushover!" Vegeta snarled through sharp fangs.
"Then let's stop the warm-up and get on with it," Son Goku growled back. Suddenly Vegeta felt something twisting around his left booted ankle. It yanked forwards, allowing Goku to regain his leverage and push their interlocked hands upwards. Leaning back like a reed in the wind Vegeta snorted.
"Dirty trick, Kakkarot," Vegeta grunted, then swept his leg out.
A leather clad thigh tangled with Goku's baggy training pant clad leg. The world twisted sideways and over for Son Goku. Flat on his back he landed, knocking breath from him with the collision of Vegeta's knee into the pit of his stomach. Then Vegeta shackled Goku's wrists with his gloved hands, snickering in triumph.
