Dreams
Laughter echoed through the open doorway,
mingled with occasional shouts and exclamations.
"What?! No way! Oh, come on-"
"Ha hhaa! I got you! How do ya like that,
you cocky bastard!?"
"It was a freak accident! There’s no way
you could win again! Rematch!"
"Oh, of course, as soon as you lose it’s
time for a rematch! Well, I think...."
Vejiita smiled faintly, raising an eyebrow as he
peered around the door that opened into the den, not making any noise. His son
was seated on the floor, leaning forward intently as he stared at the TV
screen, gesturing agitatedly as he continued to protest his loss, then giving
his best friend a playful, mock-angry shove. Goten took Trunks’ abuse
good-naturedly, the smug look not leaving his face as he flaunted his victory.
They were playing some kind of video game that involved picking characters and
then trying to beat each other up, or something, and were apparently quite
caught up in it.
"Oh, yeah!" Trunks spluttered,
"Well you could never take me in a real fight!"
"You think so?" Goten replied, raising
an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Trunks grinned, "Come on,
let’s go!"
Goten groaned. "No way! It’s almost
midnight! I’m not going to go spar with you at this hour! You’re just afraid
you’re going to lose again if we keep playing!"
"What!? I am not! All right, you asked for
it, Goten!"
Vejiita shook his head, failing to understand
how they could be so enthusiastic about the game, then slipped past the doorway
without disturbing them, heading up the stairs to his room. Stripping out of
his clothing, he looked for the loose, comfortable pants he wore to bed and
tugged them on, stifling a weary yawn. Blinking, he wandered into the bathroom
and brushed his teeth, then came back to the room and flopped down on the bed,
sighing as the cool sheets embraced his tired body. Sleep came quickly.
He was walking along one of the garden paths
that were so religiously maintained by Mrs. Briefs, taking in the quiet of the
night. At least, it was quiet until he came upon Goten and Trunks, sitting in
the middle of the garden and still playing that ridiculous game. He stopped and
watched them bemusedly for a moment, then continued on, the thought only
briefly registering: How in the hell did they hook up that... Playstand...
Playstation? out here in the garden? Then he decided that it didn’t really
matter and didn’t persue the thought.
While he was walking the surrounding terrain
abruptly made a transition into forest, though it somehow seemed perfectly
natural and not at all odd to him, despite the fact that there were no forests
in the backyard of Capsule Corporation. The colors of the leaves were oddly
bright and rich, and at the same time they blurred together, but he noted this
only vaguely, inhaling deeply. The scent of birch trees blended gently with
that of the damp soil beneath his bare feet, overlaid with the slightest hint
of flowers and berries. Crouching, he pressed his hands into the dirt, digging
his fingers into the earth, then letting it sift through his fingers, closing
his eyes and listening to the rustle of the leaves and the steady song of the
crickets. An occasional firefly glimmered in the darkness, shifting from place
to place, and he could see with unnatural clarity the moths as they fluttered
by.
Brushing the soil from his fingers he rose to
his feet, his tail swaying gently as he looked up through the trees at the
near-full moon, glowing softly amidst the stars.
Huh... he
thought, gazing at it. My tail’s going to cause problems. I’ll have to
remember how to control the Ozaruu transformation.
"Vejiita." The voice was very quiet,
gentle and familiar. Turning, he saw that Kakarrot had somehow appeared behind
him without him realizing it. The other Saiya-jin was dressed in his typical
workout clothing; orange gi tied with a blue belt and a blue shirt beneath. He
remained still as Kakarrot stepped toward him, his black eyes almost tender in
the dim light.
"Vejiita," he said again, his voice
low and soft. Lifting a hand, Kakarrot smoothed his palm over Vejiita’s
shoulder, sliding his hand around so his fingertips tripped across Vejiita’s
chest, lightly touching his collarbone. They stroked up his neck, traced the
line of his jaw, and Vejiita closed his eyes tilting his head back slightly as
a shiver swept him. Kakarrot’s thumb smoothed over his cheek as his other hand
lifted to press against the small of Vejiita’s back, urging him forward. With
only the faintest hesitation, Vejiita moved toward him, his heart beating
rapidly as his breathing quickened. When their bodies were lightly touching,
Kakarrot brought his hand up to cup the other side of Vejiita’s face, tilting
his head back, and Vejiita’s lips parted slightly, his eyes still closed.
Kakarrot’s lips were warm as they touched his, lightly, nipping gently, the
contact barely there. Vejiita’s body tightened as he leaned toward him
slightly, a soft protest in his throat as he looked for something deeper. He
let his arms wrap around Kakarrot’s waist, pressing fully against him, and
Kakarrot slid his hands around so his thumbs were resting against Vejiita’s
jaw, his fingers curling around the back of his neck as he pressed his lips
against Vejiita’s, his tongue gently caressing his lips before moving into his
mouth. Vejiita groaned, leaning heavily against the other Saiya-jin, clinging
to him almost desperately, then gasped as one of Kakarrot’s hand slid down his back,
lightly caressing his skin before softly touching his tail. The sensation was
incredible as Kakarrot’s fingers closed around it, massaging deeply into the
thick fur, ruffling the soft brown strands, and Vejiita’s body jerked as his
head fell backwards, breaking their kiss. Heat flooded him, centered low in his
abdomen, and he lifted his hands to grip the other Saiya-jin’s shoulders,
trembling.
"K-Kakarrot," he whispered, his voice
shaking as both of Kakarrot’s hands found his tail.
"Vejiita," he murmured back, gently
nuzzling his face into Vejiita’s neck.
He didn’t know how this had happened, or why he
wasn’t questioning it, but he couldn’t think about that now. He held onto
Kakarrot desperately, panting as the warrior touched him, sliding his hands
from his tail down the backs of his thighs, then up again. He was painfully
aroused, unconsciously rocking his hips into Kakarrot’s, soft sounds slipping
from his throat as he pressed his face to the other Saiya-jin’s shoulder.
Kakarrot groaned, the sound deep in his chest, and Vejiita started slightly as
he pushed him back against a tree, the bark rough and cool against his skin.
Kakarrot rubbed their bodies together, holding him tightly against the tree,
and Vejiita squirmed slightly as the bark dug into his back. Kakarrot lifted
his head and pressed his mouth to Vejiita’s in a kiss that was almost bruising,
forcing his head back. His passion fading slightly, Vejiita tried to turn his
face away, only to give a short, shocked exclamation as Kakarrot bit his lip
hard enough to make him bleed. He tore his mouth free, staring at the other
Saiya-jin in disbelief. Feeling almost betrayed, he pushed hard against
Kakarrot’s shoulders, trying to make him release him, but the other man didn’t
move an inch, instead crushing him to the tree more tightly.
"Kakarrot, stop it!" Vejiita said
harshly, tasting blood, any desire having completely faded.
Kakarrot ignored him, a low growl in his throat
as his fingers slid beneath the waistband of Vejiita’s pants, tugging them
roughly down his hips. Horror built in Vejiita’s chest as he threw his weight
against the other Saiya-jin, but it was as if Kakarrot were made of stone.
"God dammit," he hissed, feeling the
bark of the tree scratch his back as he wrenched to one side. Kakarrot didn’t
let him get anywhere, though, holding him in place.
"I don’t think so, princeling," he
said, dark amusement in his voice as his hand caught Vejiita’s tail in a grip
that was no longer gentle. Vejiita screamed in agony as he crushed the fragile
bones in his grip, the pain making his vision go hazy for a moment. Taking his
shoulders, Kakarrot pulled him away from the tree and threw him to the ground.
He landed on his stomach, his clothing having completely vanished, and he
gasped as Kakarrot’s knee pressed against the middle of his back, holding him
down. With a desperate cry of hopeless rage, he gathered his ki for the jump to
SSJ3. Nothing happened.
What?!
he thought, his vision swimming, What- How can this be happening?!
The rustle of clothing attracted his attention
and he twisted his neck to look over his shoulder. Then his mouth went dry and
he nearly fainted, absolute terror clawing at him as he watched Kakarrot begin
to loosen his belt.
"Kakarrot!" he screamed, panic giving
his voice a ragged edge, "Stop this! What are you doing!?"
"Be quiet, little Saiya-jin," Kakarrot
said, his voice sounding strangely rough, not his own but still oddly familiar.
The hairs on the back of Vejiita’s neck prickled
and he groaned as he used all of his strength to try and free himself. He might
as well have been a child, for all the effect he had.
God dammit, Kakarrot isn’t this strong!
Suddenly he felt the slide of smooth skin on
either side of his hips and craned his neck to look again, beginning to tremble
violently at the sight that greeted him. Kakarrot’s clothing, too, had
disappeared and the Saiya-jin’s thighs were now straddling his hips as his
hands continued to hold Vejiita down.
"Now, just relax, little princeling,"
Kakarrot crooned, and Vejiita gave a cry of unadulterated horror, squeezing his
eyes shut as tears seeped from beneath his lids. The voice that had come from
Kakarrot’s lips had unmistakably been Frieza’s.
He lay limp, sobbing uncontrollably as Kakarrot
forced his legs apart, feeling him begin to press against his opening. His
hands slid forward to grip Vejiita’s shoulders. The skin had faded to a cool
grey, and the fingers ended in blackened claws.
An anguished scream ripped from Vejiita’s throat
as Kakarrot... Frieza... thrust into him, his claws digging into his shoulders
at the same time.
God, no, no, this is impossible! Help me! Why
can’t I... Why can’t I fight! What’s happening to me!? Oh, my God, help me!
His breathing was rough and tearing as he closed
his eyes tightly, feeling the familiar wetness as blood trickled down his
shoulders.
No! Frieza is dead! He’s dead! I know he is,
I saw it happen. My own son killed him! This doesn’t make any sense.... I’m
dreaming. I’m dreaming. ....I’m dreaming....
Vejiita woke with a cry, bolting upright in bed,
his entire body shaking and sweat slicking his skin, running down his temples.
His breathing seemed deafening in his own ears as he stumbled off the bed,
staggering as he gained his feet and then moving drunkenly toward the window,
throwing it open and gasping in the fresh air. His hands pressed against his
chest, as if to calm the frantic racing of his heart. His throat felt
constricted, his sweat running into his eyes as he raised a wildly trembling
hand to touch his lips, gazing at his fingertips as if expecting to see blood
on them.
Oh my God,
he thought, hardly noticing as tears fell down his cheeks, Oh my God....
He could barely form a more coherent thought,
the phrase simply repeating in his head as he stared out at the night. Finally
he turned away from the window.
I have to get out of here...
Feeling trapped by the walls of his bedroom, he
went quickly down the stairs, slipping silently past the den where Goten and
Trunks lay sprawled across the couch and floor, each wrapped in their
respective blankets. Padding across the tile floor of the kitchen, he headed
outside, shivering as the chill wind hit his sweat-dampened skin. Pausing, he
closed his eyes, taking slow, even breaths in an attempt to calm himself. He
tried to focus on the reality around him, to bring himself back under control,
but instead he found himself becoming more panicked. He couldn’t get the dream
out of his head.
He pressed his face into his hands, falling into
a crouch and wrapping his tail around his ankle as he struggled with his fear,
with the sensation of betrayal, of agony that still lingered.
It was just a dream! A dream....
But the terror, the despair would not leave him
alone. His body continued to tremble as he remained huddled on the ground, his
head bowed and his chest heaving.
You are the prince of the Saiya-jin! Look at
you, curled up on the ground, bawling like a coward because of a little
nightmare. Pull yourself together!
He slowly struggled to his feet, clenching his
teeth to keep from crying out loud and wrapping his arms around himself. It
still hurt so badly, all that had happened to him as a child. He’d thought he’d
put it behind him, but he had never really healed, just pressed it down inside
himself where he wouldn’t have to think about it. All his life he had been
troubled by an occasional nightmare that left him extremely disturbed, but over
the past weeks they had been occurring with much greater frequency. It hurt. It
hurt, everything that had happened. He cursed himself for not being able
to move on, called himself every kind of a weakling, but it made no difference.
A shuddering sound escaped him as he continued
to hold back tears, closing his eyes and shoving his hands through his thick
hair to grip his head. He wasn’t helping himself. He was just getting worse.
"Fuck!" he almost shouted, his voice
sounding more desperate than angry, the tone raw and tearing. With a scream of
anguished frustration, he wheeled and threw a raging ki blast into the sky,
watching it vanish into the night. Falling to his knees, he slammed his fist
into the ground and a golden blaze surrounded him as he leapt to Super
Saiya-jin three, just to assure himself that he could. The heavy weight of his
hair settled around his shoulders, and he remained kneeling with his head bowed
for long moments before allowing the golden glow to fade. He didn’t move for
long minutes, his eyes closed as he tried to fight the gaping despair filling
him.
‘I... I wanted you to know... that if you
ever needed to talk... you know, about anything... that... I’m here. I... I’m
willing to listen... whenever... if you need it.’
Something tightened inside of him, and without
thinking he rose to his feet, pushing himself into the air. It had been three
days since that conversation with Goku. His hands were trembling as he raced
over the treetops, ignoring what his mind was saying and just listening to his
instincts. It didn’t make any sense, that he should want to see Goku after the
dream he had just had, but he pushed the thought aside. He wanted to see
Kakarrot and confirm his reality, and he wanted... He just... wanted...
He couldn’t think about it, because if he did he was afraid he’d change his
mind.
Goku’s house came into sight and he checked his
flight, falling rapidly until he alighted on his doorstep. Barely giving
himself an instant to draw a breath, he pounded sharply on the wood, then stood
back and waited. As soon as he paused enough to give himself a chance to think,
his chest tightened with anxiety and he folded his hands under his arms to
still their shaking.
What the hell am I doing? What is wrong with
me? Rushing over to Kakarrot’s house in the middle of the night. I just... I
should go...
He took several steps backward, torn between the
pride that insisted he stay and the terror that told him to go. Then the door
opened, making his decision for him.
Goku blinked at him sleepily, his dark eyes
confused, dressed in almost exactly the same manner as Vejiita, though his
pants were red. His black hair was even more wild than usual, springing out
from his head in all directions, and his arms were folded over his naked chest
to ward off the slight chill of the night air.
Then his eyes widened, the sleep clearing from
them as he stared in surprise.
"Vejiita, what... What are you doing
here?" Then, as soon as he got a better look at the prince, a faintly
alarmed, "What’s wrong?"
Vejiita cleared his throat, glancing to from one
side to the other instead of meeting Goku’s eyes. "I... I... you know... I
just... I had... I had... When I was asleep... I was..."
He swallowed several times, aware that his voice
was becoming noticeably strained. He cursed, quickly ducking his head and
wiping at his eyes to hide the tears he felt building. "I, um... w-well...
I was... sleeping and I-"
"Vejiita," Goku interrupted very
quietly as he stepped back, holding the door open, "Do you want to come
inside?"
Vejiita hesitated, his breathing a bit too loud
as he glanced at Goku. There was a long silence as Goku remained still, not
pressing him. Finally Vejiita stepped past him, into the house, and Goku shut
the door softly before turning to face him. He seemed to note the faint
shivering that wracked Vejiita’s frame and with a slight gesture and an exertion
of his ki he sent the fireplace flaring to life. He stood quietly, watching as
Vejiita paced the room back and forth several times, glancing at the pictures
and photos on the walls without really seeing them.
"Kakarrot," he whispered finally,
stopping in front of the fireplace with his hand resting on the mantle.
"I-I-I...." He paused again, cursing and telling himself that he
sounded like an idiot, trying to calm down before going on, "I had...
It’s... It’s nothing, really. Nothing important. I just... I had a
dream..."
He turned away from the fireplace and glanced at
Goku, who was standing in the center of the room, watching him silently.
Swallowing, he took a shallow breath and continued. "It... It was... I...
it..."
Goku slowly moved closer to him until they were
both standing in front of the fireplace, Goku facing Vejiita, Vejiita gazing at
the floor. "You had a nightmare," Goku said softly. It was not a
question. "Do you want to tell me?"
Vejiita shook his head at himself, closing his
eyes. "I shouldn’t have gotten you up for this."
"Vejiita," Goku whispered, "It’s
all right. If... you need me to listen, I want to hear it."
Vejiita looked into the fire, not speaking for
several moments. Finally he took a slow breath, not looking at Goku as he
began. "I... I was walking in one of the gardens at Capsule
Corporation.... I... saw Trunks and Goten playing that ridiculous game... and
then I was in a forest."
He licked his lips, knowing he was stalling
slightly. The beginning of the dream was not important. "I wasn’t really
doing anything, but then you were behind me. You said my name."
Turning to fully face the fire again, Vejiita
folded his arms on the mantle and laid his forehead against them, finding it
easier to speak with his face hidden. "I... You... You touched me..."
Goku made a soft sound and Vejiita felt him move
closer to him, one of his arms on the mantle also.
"I... what you did... I..." Here
Vejiita’s face flushed, though it was buried in his arms, and his voice lowered
to a whisper so quiet Goku had to lean toward him to hear it. "I... liked
it..."
He coughed, horribly embarrassed by the
admission. Goku didn’t speak, but he was so close now that Vejiita could almost
feel his warmth. "But then you... you..." Cursing, he twisted away
from Goku, humiliated. "This is stupid."
"Vejiita," Goku said, and while his
voice wasn’t sharp the intensity of it halted him. "Please. Please talk to
me. I don’t want you to have to deal with everything on your own. Everyone
needs to talk to someone sometimes. I’m not going to think any less of you
because of it."
Vejiita closed his eyes again, half turning
toward the fire once more. He sighed, swallowing and hesitating slightly.
"Will you tell me what happened?" Goku
whispered.
Vejiita finally braced his arms on the mantle
again, bowing his head but not quite covering his face. "You... You
hurt... me..."
He flushed deeply, realizing how childish he
sounded.
There was a silence from Goku, the crackle of
the fire the only sound present in the room. "I hurt you?" he whispered
finally.
Vejiita nodded slightly, still refusing to meet
Goku’s eyes.
"You mean I...?"
Vejiita drew a deep breath, his throat
tightening. Tears glittered in his eyes. "You... were raping me."
Goku winced, flinching slightly as a pained look
crossed his face.
"I couldn’t fight you!" Vejiita said,
his voice roughening. "I couldn’t... It was impossible... Just... Just
like," his voice rasped, "When I was a child.... ....And then....
when you spoke, you.... you said... exactly what Frieza... would say... It was
his voice... in your mouth."
Vejiita was shaking, and finally he did cover
his face with his hands, knowing his tears could be heard in his voice.
"By the end you were Frieza."
He pressed the heels of his hands against his
lips, disgusted by how close he was to sobbing, embarrassed that he had told
Goku any of it, ashamed of what he perceived as weakness.
He released a straining, tear-filled breath,
trying desperately to hold back his pain.
"Vejiita," Goku whispered finally,
"I... Vejiita... will... you let me touch you?"
Vejiita said nothing for long moments, too
focused on controlling his tears, taking deep breaths in an effort to relieve
the ache in his chest. Finally he muttered, "I don’t care."
There was a moment’s hesitation. Then Vejiita
felt Goku’s hand touch his shoulder gently, his warm palm sliding over
Vejiita’s skin. Slowly, his hand moved to Vejiita’s back where he began a soft
rubbing motion. Vejiita was trembling, swallowing repeatedly as he realized how
soothing the touch was. He turned toward Goku slightly, his breathing
noticeably tight and strained.
"I’m sorry."
It didn’t make any sense for Goku to apologize.
He had done nothing wrong. But somehow it broke something inside Vejiita and
finally he began to cry in short, bitten off sobs. Goku’s hand on his back
paused, and Vejiita, too, became still for a moment, gasping. Then he leaned
forward, resting against Goku’s chest, his head on the other Saiya-jin’s
shoulder.
For a moment Goku stiffened, and Vejiita cursed
himself. He hadn’t meant to do that. His body had simply taken what it needed
instinctively, he hadn’t been able to stop himself. He was an idiot. He should
leave and let Kakarrot go back to sleep.
Then Goku slid his arms around him, holding him
tightly. His lips brushed over Vejiita’s temple, his ear, in a feather-light
kiss.
Feeling a painful relief, Vejiita returned
Goku’s embrace, clinging to him desperately as his tears moistened Goku’s
shoulder. His sobs became agonizing, wracking his body as he held onto Goku
like a lifeline. It seemed that once they started there was no stopping the
tears; they were torn from him almost against his will, years of buried anguish
finally breaking free. The man shed the tears that the boy never had, his hands
curling into fists against Goku’s back and his face pressed to his neck. Goku’s
arms only tightened around him and he rested his cheek against Vejiita’s head,
saying nothing, just letting him finally release his grief.
Vejiita’s fingers dug into Goku’s back, almost
painfully, and the other Saiya-jin stirred slightly but didn’t speak.
"Why, Kakarrot?" Vejiita sobbed, his voice muffled against Goku’s
skin, "Why? Why?"
Sick with weakness, with the memory of the abuse
he had suffered, Vejiita sagged against him, as though no longer able to bear
his own weight. Goku held onto him, slowly sinking down until they were both
kneeling on the floor before the fire.
Even as he wept, Vejiita was humiliated,
embarrassed at his display of emotion. Slowly, he pulled back from the other
Saiya-jin, his tears not slowing. Goku allowed him to move away, his face
twisted with pain as he watched Vejiita pause, breathing hard on his hands and
knees.
"I’m sorry," the prince sobbed,
"I’m sorry..."
He clenched his teeth tightly, squeezing his
eyes shut, his body shivering as he tried to bring himself under control.
"K-Kakarrot," he choked. Then he bowed his head, not continuing. He
had to stop this. He was shaming himself and his race. Saiya-jin’s did not cry.
He was pathetic.
Angrily, he smashed his fist against the floor,
trembling with the desire to destroy something. He forcibly checked the
instinct, grinding his teeth together, then abruptly released a scream of rage,
finding no other outlet for his anger. His emotions swayed wildly again and he
slumped forward weakly, despair threatening as he collapsed to lean on his
elbows, staring blindly at the intricate patterns of the rug on Kakarrot’s
floor.
He should go. He had to go; he was being
ridiculous. Go back to his own house, get into his bed and stop behaving like a
child.
Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet, not
looking at Goku as he breathed shallowly, refusing to break into tears again.
"Kakarrot..." he said lowly,
"I... should go. I’ll let you go back to bed." He shook his head at
himself, then said roughly. "I’m sorry."
He took a step toward the door.
Goku, who had been silent all this time, giving
him the space he needed, suddenly moved forward, reaching out and catching
Vejiita’s arm in his hand. Vejiita paused, though Goku’s grip was not strong
enough to be confining, and waited for the other Saiya-jin to speak, not
looking at him.
"Vejiita, wait..." He stopped for a
moment, and Vejiita could almost see him running a hand through his hair in his
mind’s eye. "I... don’t leave. Why don’t you stay here?"
Vejiita went very still, still refusing to turn
toward Goku. Kakarrot was inviting him to stay. He lowered his head. If he
stayed he would be betraying an unforgivable weakness, showing that... that
Kakarrot... He swallowed. But... God, he... he wanted to stay. He didn’t want
to go back to his own empty bed and spend the rest of the night staring at the
ceiling, unable to fall asleep again. But... he couldn’t...
"I-I... I don’t... I’m..."
He swallowed sharply, closing his eyes as Goku’s
hand slid from his arm to gently glide over his back, then rest on his
shoulder. His other hand mirrored the action, resting on his opposite shoulder,
and Vejiita trembled faintly as Goku pulled him backward until he was leaning
against Goku’s chest. Goku pressed his cheek to Vejiita’s, loosely wrapping his
arms around the prince’s waist, holding him lightly enough that Vejiita could
easily break away.
No... You can’t let him know that you... that
you care... You can’t, you don’t-
With a quiet sound Vejiita allowed his head to
fall back on Goku’s shoulder. Goku softly stroked his throat, tipping his head
forward to gently kiss Vejiita’s cheek.
"Will you stay?" The voice was barely
audible.
"I... Kakarrot..." he trailed off.
Goku stepped back from him but remained touching his arm, gently drawing him
inside. Everything that had been drilled into Vejiita since his childhood
screamed at him, but he couldn’t stop himself. He allowed Kakarrot to pull him
toward the couch. But once they were standing in front of it the taller
Saiya-jin paused.
"You’ll stay?" he asked again,
dropping his hand as he waited for an answer.
Vejiita gazed blankly at the cushions of the
enormous couch, his heart in his throat as he looked for an answer.
Stay.... No, you damn idiot! You can’t let
him be close to you.... ...I want to be close to someone... ...This has already
gone much too far...
"Yes," he whispered, hardly aware that
he’d spoken.
Then Goku’s arms slid around him, holding him
against his chest, and Vejiita shivered, closing his eyes as his arms wrapped
around Goku’s waist. For long moments they remained still, Goku’s breath
lightly stirring Vejiita’s hair. The fire crackled softly and Vejiita sighed
quietly. And then, somehow, they were stretched out on the couch, Goku laying
beneath Vejiita, the prince stretched out half on top of him. Vejiita couldn’t
recall how they had come to be lying there, and he thought that he should be alarmed
by this. But Goku’s skin was warm against his, his fingers gently stroking the
back of his neck, cheek resting against Vejiita’s hair, and Vejiita relaxed,
his eyes closing again as he felt the rise and fall of Goku’s chest beneath his
head. The room was dark and quiet, the only light that of the flickering fire.
Vejiita had never felt... so completely safe. He drifted softly into sleep, and
did not dream.
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