My Enemy, My Lover (A Short Story)

Sweet Things and Weird Discoveries

The warm summer breeze coupled with the sunlight dappling through the green of the trees they lay under was actually almost enough to put Vegeta to sleep. He and Goku were sprawled out on the grass by a tiny stream, and frankly he hadn't felt this good in a long time. He heard Goku yawn and murmur, "Did you know my dad?"

Vegeta glanced at him. "Yes," he said softly. "A little anyway. He and my father were good friends from what I saw of them together. Bardock was crazy though," he chuckled. "Crazy as a loon. But anyone who knew him adored him. Huh, kind of like you. He was one of the best fighters our world had ever seen. He was smart, and brave, and talented. We lost a good Saiyan when we lost Bardock."

Goku smiled. "He sounds great. I wish I'd known him." He thought for a moment. "Are we friends, Vegeta?"

Not "my liege". Not "Your Highness". Not "no Ouji". Just Vegeta.

A million images flashed through Vegeta's mind all at once. He'd had no friends as a child, nor during his upbringing in the Frieza Force. In his entire life, he'd never had a friend, and the thought was a damaging one. Or... did he have no friends...?

Vegeta slowly looked at Goku, a strange tightness in both his throat and his chest. The other Saiyan, gentle and patient, watched him with hope in his eyes. Vegeta nodded a little, and couldn't speak for a moment. "Yes," he whispered. "Yes, we're friends, Kakarrot."

*UUUUUGGGGGHHHH. 😭😭😭 TOO MUCH SWEETNESS TOO MUCH FEELS*

Bulma nearly jumped out of her skin when a familiar howl rang out from outside and woke her up. She groaned loudly, letting Vegeta out. He bounded joyfully down the stairs. "Go home, ya animal! Some of us need sleep!" She glared at Vegeta and Goku, who were greeting each other through the glass. Goku grinned rather seductively at Vegeta, and the other Saiyan practically melted into a puddle.

Goku was on full display tonight, the bright moonlight doing wonders to his shiny fur and hair. He glowed under the moon like an angel. He tauntingly threw his head back and howled. Even Bulma had to admit, he looked beautiful, sexy even. Poor Vegeta was nearly having a nosebleed at the little show Goku was putting on. The big Saiyan was pulling out all the stops, prancing and preening in an attempt to further seduce Vegeta.

You know, not that Vegeta wasn't pretty much on the floor dying.

Vegeta suddenly bounded away from the window to Bulma's side, crying. He dragged her over to the door, just howling away. "I'm sorry," she said, backing away. "I really am, now. I can't. Not until you can in your right mind."

Vegeta sensed denial. He fled back to the window, wailing. He banged his head against the window in despair. Goku joined him; he too seemed upset and frustrated. He knew that Vegeta wanted to come out, but that something was preventing him from doing so. Goku crooned softly and understandingly, and he placed his big hands against the glass. Vegeta did the same, but he also rested his head against the window. They both looked so unhappy that Bulma nearly gave in.

~~Timeskip of Impending Doom~~

Goku slipped out of the house before Chichi woke up. Thank goodness, he thought bitterly. If I'd stayed too much longer, I might not have made it out at all! He decided to fly to Capsule instead of his usual procedure of arrival. After a short flight he set down and knocked. Wow, I'm coming over here daily now! Who would've thought that I could get Vegeta to open up as much as he has? The thought made him smile.

Bulma came rushing through the house. "Not Goku, not Goku, not-" She opened the door trying not to looked like she had just been panicking. Yeah, it was Goku. "Hey, Goku!" she said, trying to sound cheerful. "Listen, I'm really sorry but Vegeta's not-"