THE WORDS YOU NEVER SAY

Somehow it always seems to be my fault, doesn’t it, Vegeta? Why can we ever go for a week without one bicker or argument over something that seems so trifling to others?

I watch with wary eyes as you stomp and slam around the kitchen, all in the pretext of fixing us breakfast. I tried to make you see. Tried to reason with you. But you never listen, do you? The baka has no right to speak or make his thoughts known. The baka is not at your intellectual level, ne, Vegeta?

“Eat!” You command gruffly, as you slam the always-delicious pancakes in front of me. Obedient. Forever your obedient servant. To serve you as my prince and my love is the only thing that keeps me from going insane. I know you watch my every movements, the Kami-forsaken ritual we go through every time we eat. You watch me eat like a barbarian, you comment and make a remark about it and then I have to watch you. To learn from the master.

Oh, but I have learned a lot from you, Vegeta. A whole lot more than you are willing to let on. Your every move fascinates me…but then, of course you knew that, didn’t you? You love the way I watch you. You know how it affects me. The gentle sway of your hips in that never ending tease of sweet seduction. The promise of those lips that curse yet burn trails of desire, need and want down my waiting and heated skin. The eyes of darkest night that seem to sear, shred and discard all inhibitions that I ever harbored. You know you have an effect on me. And I sometimes find myself hating you for it.

But this hate…this lust…it is a two-way thing, isn’t it? You say you need me. You make me come here. I never knew that such a simple word could have the power to reduce me to nothing more than a mass of trembling nerves.

“Come.”

And I run like a newborn babe into your arms. Arms that could crush me, if I let it be. Arms that enclose and embrace me, making my heart sing in joyous acceptance. I could die in your arms, Vegeta and never give a damn or care in the world. But then again, you knew that, didn’t you? You could always see right through me, couldn’t you? You would love nothing more than to rub it in my face, wouldn’t you? To make me suffer a bit…that little sadistic side of yours. That oh, so cruel you…which I have fallen head over heels for.

I raise my eyes to yours. To see. To drown. To lose myself. I watch them darken. You want me again. We are insatiable you and I. But the end result will always be the same. We will argue and we will fight and then I will leave, while you sit back and pout.

Pout… until you feel the urge again…until we feel the urge again.

We are not gentle. We gave up on being gentle long ago. I vaguely hear the loud clatter of the dishes to the floor. I hardly register the cold floor beneath my naked skin. Yes, to be free from all restrictions. We never do believe in hiding behind cloth, do we, my fiery prince? No time to waste. No time to prepare. We love the pain, don’t we? I feel them plunge in me, stretching what need not be stretched any more. I could fit you quite comfortably now, my love. But I knew why…you were going all the way today. I had to prepare myself for the worst.

I try not to scream as you thrust and then power up within me at the same time. It is an incredible sensation. Painful, yes, but indescribable nonetheless. I hold onto you for dear life. I do not want to fall into this abyss of orgasmic bliss by myself. You command me to open my eyes. To look at you. You want to see my expression when I come. And I want to see yours too, my golden haired warrior. Your eyes, no longer black, but a flash of brilliant teal, widen and contract with each fevered push. I could taste the sweat that rolled off our skins, feel our breaths that rushed out in painful gasps. We are approaching the peak of no return. We are over the cliff, the edge of our sanity. You warn me not to transform…but Kami, Vegeta. I cannot control myself. I have to….

Aaah!! It is a pleasure and relief to explode into that other stage of mine. But I can feel you tense, you are angry again. You gave me an order and I refused to listen. I defied you again and that is the one thing you can never stand. In a flash, you are out and away from me, leaving me feeling empty and cold. You glare hatefully towards me and let flow the torrent of curses that I will never be able to understand. It is times like these that I wished I was raised on Vegetasei.

I get up calmly and walk to the sink. The usual ritual. You rant. I listen. You curse. I take it all in. I clean myself as best I can…wouldn’t want the wife thinking I was a messy pig now, would we?

Baka. Baka! Baka!!

Hai, Vegeta…always a fool for you.

I wince as I slip into my clothes. You were really into it today, weren’t you? I haven’t felt this sore since…well, since the first time.

“I am leaving, Vegeta.” I say calmly, as I make my way towards the door.

I wince again, inwardly now, my heart breaking at the final curse that was flung in my direction. I cannot even reply for I hear the break in your voice as well. You hate this as much as I do, but we have to do this, don’t we, Vegeta? We have to keep up with the charade. A prince and his fool.

I leave the house and power up to fly…hai, I would rather fly…I need the fresh air. I can sense you behind me. I can sense the turbulent emotions that run through you. But you will never say it, will you, Vegeta? Those words that I so long to hear. But don’t worry, my prince. I will say it enough for the both of us…even if it ends up killing me.

~ I will always love you, until the end of time. ~

~ Owari ~