It's ludicrous, of course. He's the worst possible choice of anyone I could have picked. We do have a weird- friendship, I guess you could call it. I'm not even sure that's the appropriate word. "Rapport." That's it. We understand each other.
How could this happen? It's so...stupid! I'm not even supposed to be able to be interested in anyone...romantically. I'm Namekkian. We reproduce asexually, dammit! I'm not even technically a guy (which everyone seems to conveniently forget most of the time.)
So here we are after another battle, sitting back to back. Rapport. How do we _always_ end up near each other after the battle ends. OK, it's not all the time, but it sure seems like it to me. After Brollie...after those guys at the world's martial tournament...Gohan finally defetated them, after "help" from Mr. Satan. ...And after we defeated the fused androids. I growl softly to myself. _How_ does this _always_ happen?
We sit in silence. We don't need words. We understand the thrill of the battle- to us as to no one else.
We understand the fall- we are not what we once were. Both once the strongest, yet somehow defeated and tamed by Son Goku.
We are the only ones who can understand the difficulty of being who we need to be. Me, a father to Gohan. (I mean, Goku is _not_ any kind of father figure for the kid.) Him, a father to his own kids. Don't tell anyone, but he's really trying. Not that he even admits that to me.
I grunt in his general direction and stand up. "Let's go, Vegeta."
He nods, and we take off in our separate ways. But we'll see each other, and more importantly, we understand each other. And isn't that what love is all about?
