Vegita stood on a tall mesa overlooking Goku's home and Piccolo's valley. The sun was just begining to set and cast bright yellow and orange fingers through the clouds. //It has no right to be beautiful.//

~Laugh and Cry~

    "Vegita?" Yamcha climbed up beside the Saiyan prince, "What are you doing up here all alone?"

    "Being alone."

     The Saiyan pacifist smiled, "Sounds lonely."

    "Hn."

~Live and die~

    "Aren't sunsets beautiful? I watch them every day. Something in them. . ." He chuckled softly, "Seems kind of a waste, shouldn't be spoiled being watched by hard cases like us huh?"

    "It's useless."

    "What do you mean?"

    "Look at it, it won't help us get stronger or protect us from our enemies, it wont further our training or increase our ki. It wont heal us. It's just a big red ball. Who cares?"

    "Your a cynic did you know that?"

    "Hn."

    Yamcha touched the smaller man's check and Vegita spun to look at him, eyes wide. "You're too beautiful to be a cynic." His soft lips pressed the Saiyan's lightly and then pulled away.

    "What the hell was that?!"

    "A kiss."

~Life is a dream we are dreaming~

    "Why did you make a kiss on me?"

    "It's called kissing Vegita." Yamcha smiled.

    "Why did you kissing me?"

    The taller man gave up with an amused sigh, "for being a hopeless cynic."

    "Hn."

    "For being beautiful."

    "Aa?"

    "And because. . ." Yamcha paused then shook his head, "Nothing."

    Vegita watched him leave with a feeling he couldn't name then looked back at the dying sun, "It's still useless though."
 

~Day by day~

    A couple days later, at sunset, Vegita found Yamcha fishing in Goku's pond.

    "Saiyan."

    Yamcha looked up and smiled, "Hey little cynic, found your soul yet?"

    "Hn." Vegita growled but sat under a tree and watched the Saiyan deserter reach into the water.

~I find my way~

    "Here catch!"

    Vegita looked up just in time to be smacked across the face by a flying trout.

    "Er. . . better luck next time." Yamcha grinned.

    The Saiyan rolled his eyes and tossed the flooping thing into the fish basket.

    "Why don't you come out and fish with me?"

    He gave Yamcha a dubious look but waded out beside him anyway.

~Look for the soul and the meaning~

    They both dove for the same fish and knocked heads, falling into the pond and scaring all of the others away, "Ouch!"

    "Kuso!"

    They rubbed their heads and Yamcha looked up and began laughing.

~then you look at me~

    "What are you laughing at?" He growled.

    The other man gasped through his laughter, "We have pond muck in our hair."

    Vegita quirked a brow but found himself smiling, just a bit.

    "Oh! I made you grin!"

    "Did not!"

    "I did so!"

    "Hn!" The prince tried to stand up and slipped on a slime covered stone, as he fell he grabbed onto Yamcha and sent both of them back into the muck. Yamcha was still laughing.

~and I always see~

    "Do aho."  Vegita drug the chortling Saiyan with him to the shore and watched as his laughter faded until he could control it. "Done?"

    He sat up and grinned brightly, "That was fun."

    The other Saiyan got a strange look in his eyes, "You still have pond muck in your hair."

    Yamcha smiled softly, "Do I?"

    He nodded and reach up to clear out as much as he could and then let his hands fall, forgetting to move away, "I can't get it all."

    "s'ok."

    "Yamcha. . ."

    "Hm?"

    ". . . nothing."   He ran away quickly, hiding his uncertainty.
 

~What I have been searching for~

    "Vegita." Yamcha watched him go with a sigh then dropped the fish out of the basket back into the water, watching them swim away. //Wish I could swim away with them sometimes.//

    He looked toward where the Saiyan prince had disappeared and growled to himself, "This is ridiculous! Hey! Vegita! wait up!"

~I'm lost as can be~

    Vegita turned to glance at Yamcha, tears were streaming over his face.

    "Oh 'Gita."

    "Hn." He tryed to sound normal but him voice broke.

    Yamcha slowly took him into his arms, "'Gita. Shh. It's ok."

    "It'll never be ok."

    Yamcha smoothed a hand through the sobbing man's hair, "I'll make it ok."

    Watery eyes met determined ones and he buried his face in the tall Saiyan's neck, "Please."

~then you look at me~

    Neither could tell how long they stood there, but finally Yamcha pulled Vegita along, "Come here, I want to show you something."

    Vegita followed after him, climbing through the dense woods until they found Piccolo's valley. Piccolo stood in the sun light beside the river. He looked deep in thought.

    "What are we. . .?"

    "Shh, watch."

    The green man jumped suddenly and turned to catch Gohan retreating with a giggle. He growled happily and took off after him, soon laughter filled the valley.

    "Why did you want me to see this?"

    "Piccolo is supposed to be pure evil. And he still cares about something, someone, and so he found happiness."

    "Hn."

    "You can find it too 'Gita. You're so much more than you show people."

    "How would you know."

    Yamcha blushed, "I've watched."

~and I am not lost anymore~

    "You watched. . . me? . . . why?"

    The warrior bit his lip before looking into his sovern's eyes, "Because I. . . I like watching you."

    "Oh."

    "Sometimes all we can do is watch."

    "What do you mean?"

    "It's like the sun. We can watch it's light, but we can't touch it. It's out of our reach."

    "You talk in riddles."

    "I know."

    "Why?"

    "I. . . some questions are best unanswered."
 
 

~People Run~

    Weeks passed and they saw little of each other outside of practice. Yamcha watched still, but now Vegita knew he did, and the sun longed to reach back.

~Sun to Sun~

    It was a month after when Yamcha climbed to the mesa top once more and smiled at the small Saiyan who watched the sun slip away.

    "Hey little cynic."

    Vegita stiffened.

    "Found your soul yet?"

    The prince turned slowly and searched the tall man behind him for an answer, "I think I have."

    "Oh?" Yamcha sat beside him, feet dangling from the cliffside, "Aren't sunsets beautiful?"

    Vegita nodded, "There's something in them."

    "Do you know what it is?"

    "Life?"

    Yamcha smiled and ptu an arm around his prince's shoulder, "Good answer."

~Caught in their lives ever flowing~

    "I still don't understand though." He admitted.

    Yamcha just smiled, "It takes time."

    "Hn?"

    "it's just a sunset Vegita. You don't have to analys it for battle uses, you just. . . feel it."

    "Feel it." Black eyes met deep brown and Vegita ran a hand over Yamcha's cheek.

    "Yeah."

    "And it makes you happy even if you want to be angry."

    "Yeah."

    "And it pulles at something inside you."

    "Yeah."

    "I am not a poet, I shouldn't feel such things."

~Once begun,~

    "Joy isn't just for poets."

    "But it isn't for warriors."

    "That isn't true."

    "No?"

    "Joy is inside all of us my prince." Yamcha motioned out toward the sunset, "We all share it, it doesn't matter who we are."

    "'s truth?"

    "Truth."

~life goes till it's gone~

    "But we could die any moment. Pain is a given element, what right to we have to joy."

    "It isn't a right, it just is."

    "But so much blood is on my hands."

    "Blood washes away."

    "It leaves a stain."

    "The stain only adds characture."

    "Do you ever feel saddened?!"

    Yamcha nodded slowly, "Yes."

    "When?"

    "When you're hurting."

~We have to go where it's going~

    His prince paused and caught his breath at the true feeling in the warrior's eyes, "Don't."

    "What?"

    "I don't want to steal your joy."

    Yamcha smiled.

    "Why are you grinning?"

    "'Gita, haven't you seen it yet?"

    "Seen what?"

    "You 'are' my joy."

~then you look at me~
~and I always see~
~What I have been searching for~

    Vegita looked at his subject with dawning shock in his eyes.

    Yamcha nodded.

    "I. . ."

    "Shh." He smiled, "It doesn't need a reply."

    For once, Vegita consented. They watched the sun die in silence.
 

~I'm lost as can be~

    Yamcha stood outside his house, practicing his pitching the next afternoon. Emotions mixed to tightly inside him that he wanted to scream but he fought it back and just worked on his arm and aim. The ball hit his house again. //Lose yourself in the rythym.// *Smack*,  *Smack* //No pain, no life, just the ball.// *Smack* Smack*

    "Yamcha?"

    The ball hit him in the face and he dropped to the ground. "Oooowwww!"

    "Hn. Do aho."

    "Vegita?" He looked up from the growned to see his prince standing above him.

~Then you look at me~

    Yamcha smiled, "Hey Cynic."

    "Hey Do aho."

    "What brings you here?"

    "Life."

    "Huh?"

    "I found out what the sunset is."

    "Oh?" Yamcha sat up and waited.

    "Lonely."

    "'Gita I didn't mean. . ."

    ". . . without you."

    "Tha. . . me?"

    He smiled, "Hn."

~and I'm not lost anymore~

    "Vegita." He couldn't speak passed his emotion.

    "Come on." His prince tugged at his hand, "The sun is setting."

    "Why me?"

    Vegita kissed him lightly, just as he had kissed Vegita all those weeks ago, "Because you aren't a cynic."

    "Oh."

    "Because you're beautiful."

    Yamcha blushed.

    "And. . ."

    "And?"

~and you say you see~
~When you look at me~

    "Because there is no one else I want to share a sunset with."

    A tear fell over Yamcha's scarred cheek, "Me neither 'Gita."

    "Hn, well then come on!"

    Yamcha's laughter trailed after them as they climbed to the mesa's peak and looked out over the world they claimed as home.

    "You laugh a lot."

    "You don't laugh at all."

    "I'll let you laugh for me."

    "Ok."

~the reason you love life so~

    "The sun set is beutiful isn't it."

    Yamcha smiled, "So is the company."

    "So would you say we're friends?"

    "Defintly."

    "More."

    Yamcha nodded.

    "You didn't tell the others that I cried."

    "They didn't need to know." Yamcha hugged him close, "It's just between us."

~though lost I have been~

    "Thank you."

    "For what?"

    "For the sunset."

    Yamcha smiled, "It isn't mine to give."

    "But you gave it anyway."

    "No, I just gave you a new way to look at it. It's still just a big red ball."

    "No, it isn't."

    "No?"

    "Because now in it, I see you."

~I found love again~

    Yamcha pulled the little Saiyan closer, "That's sweet 'Gita."

    "You tell anyone I said it and I'll kill you."

    He laughed, "I'll be sure not to."

    "I love you Do aho."

    Yamcha kissed his spiky hair and sighed, "I love you too my prince."

~and life just keeps on running~

    And the sun sank lower.

~and life just keeps on running~

    And the two Saiyans scooter closer.

~you look at me~

    "Yamcha?"

    "Eh 'Gita?"

    "The sun is gone."

    "I know."

    Vegita sat quietly for a moment then asked, "Why are we still here?"

    Yamcha snuggled closer, "To wait for it to rise."

    "Oh."

~and life comes from you~
 
 

~Owari~