In Your Dreams

Chapter 35

In Your Dreams: Chapter 35

Goku ended up sleeping the entire night at ChiChi's house. The storm had shown no signs of stopping, so his ex had insisted he stay put until morning. He'd resisted at first, feeling a little awkward staying in the same home, but he'd been tired, and he'd finally given in the moment he looked outside and saw the howling wind and freezing rain.

Goku had woken up early that morning. He'd slept heavily and he felt much better than the night before. He was sure Vegeta was wondering where he was, so he decided it was time to head home.

Drawing a deep breath into his lungs, Goku sat up and pushed the heavy quilt that covered him aside. ChiChi had set him up in Gohan and Goten's old room. She hadn't changed a thing from the last time he'd seen it; which was years ago. Being surrounded by such familiar things had been nice and had brought back many good memories. Maybe that's why he'd slept so well for once.

Pushing his thoughts aside, Goku glanced at the edge of the bed and smiled when he saw his outfit from yesterday neatly folded there. ChiChi had given him a spare pair of night pants and had insisted he let her wash and dry his still damp and slightly muddy clothes. Now, as he slipped into the clean and soft garments, he was glad he'd let her have her way.

Once he was fully dressed and had slipped his boots back on, the Saiyajin quietly opened the bedroom door and peered down the hallway. The master bedroom's door was still closed, and Goku couldn't hear any movement from within. Obviously ChiChi and Victor were still asleep.

He carefully tip toed down the hall and slowly made his way down the stairs, taking care to skip the steps he knew would squeak. When he reached the bottom he quickly padded to the front door and slipped outside, silently closing the door behind him with a nearly inaudible 'click'.

Goku felt his entire body relax as soon as the cool morning air hit his skin. The breeze carried a sweet and fresh scent along with it; something he only noticed after a heavy rain. The Saiyajin, now wide awake, took a few small steps away from the house before launching himself into the air. A small grin spread over his lips as his thoughts turned to Vegeta. He felt he owed the older man an apology. His mate's intentions had been nothing but good, and Goku had doubted his loyalty from the beginning. It wasn't fair. Granted, he wasn't as trusting of others as he had once been, but still, he needed to make it up to Vegeta.

And he would.

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Vegeta had spent the night tossing and turning, and he continued to do so well into the morning. More than once he'd caught himself reaching for Kakarotto, only to have his hand fall onto the cold sheets beside him. The lack of a warm body left him irritable, and he'd spent the majority of the night grumbling to himself.

The sun was already beginning to rise on the horizon when the prince finally began to drift off again. Alas, it was not meant to be, for just as he was about to fall into that blissful oblivion, someone rudely hopped into the bed and comfortably settled themselves on top of him.

Vegeta's brow twitched and his hands had already begun to ball themselves into fists with the intent of bashing the offender over the head, but a familiar scent washed over him a second before he threw the first punch.

Instead a deep rumble erupted from his chest and Vegeta wrapped his arms around the lithe body on top of his own. He heard Goku chuckle, most likely because of the tickling sensation the vibrations from his purring caused.

Without opening his eyes, Vegeta tangled his fingers in soft hair and pulled his mate down for a kiss. The younger man's lips yielded to his own immediately, and his purr increased as his tongue explored the other's mouth, delighting in the sweet flavor that was uniquely Kakarotto.