Finding Love (Vegeta x Goku)

The Ranting

Vegeta shook his head to try and get rid of the fuzzy feeling in his head from spending the night in a healing tank. He always hated the weird hangover that came with being submerged in synthetic saiyan DNA, but it was better than suffering for weeks while his injuries healed the old fashioned way.

The alpha had been lead to his former chambers from when he was a child, and Trunks, who refused to be separated from him, was currently exploring the rooms. They weren't any different from Kakarot's rooms except for the color scheme. Instead of grays and blues, Vegeta's rooms were dressed in black and crimson. In spite of the circumstances, Vegeta couldn't deny he was proud of his son. Seeing the boy in his ancestral home was soothing.

The former prince tugged at the gloves on his wrists, as he took in his appearance in a full-length mirror on one of the walls of his bedchambers. Tarble had messaged him, letting him know that Kakarot was coming to see him, and he was a nervous wreck. Vegeta almost had a mini panic attack as he scrambled for his closet.

Most of the clothes in his closet were extremely ornate and extravagant. Nothing looked suitable enough for his hopeful meeting with Kakarot, and he wanted his mate to know that he wasn't here for any else other than the submissive.

Vegeta had picked out the simplest thing he currently owned that wasn't in shreds thanks to Bardock. A full black body suit covered his muscular frame with black ankle boots and charcoal gray gloves. Armor like the one he wore when the dominant traveled to Namek was covering his chest, but the shoulder guards and sternum part were crimson while the rest was black.

His chestnut tail kept wrapping and unwrapping around his waist in his anxiety. The alpha eventually forced himself away from the mirror to pace in his sitting room. His eyes remained on the floor as a scowl grew on his face.

Last night obviously did not go how he wanted.

The dominant knew he probably should have gone about trying to talk to the younger saiyan in a different way, but he was so impatient to see Kakarot that he just didn't think his actions through. He didn't expect the submissive to be as afraid of him like he was, and the former prince was a bit unsure how to correct that. The sheer idea that Kakarot was afraid of him was hard to accept. In all their fights Kakarot was never actually afraid of him, of what he would do to his friends, family and planet but not himself. Frieza, Cell, Buu, not even they were able to make the beta react in fear.

Vegeta actually felt hurt at the distrust that was directed at him from his own mate, but he didn't blame the beta. He never did or said anything that would make Kakarot think that he wouldn't do something horrible to him after the alpha caught up to him, and now...he regretted every negative thing that he had ever done.

Kakarot never deserved any of his anger, and he just now realized just how bad he had damaged the gentle saiyan. Vegeta hung his head in shame as he took a seat on a black leather chair. His hands covered his face as he let out a deep sigh, and his tail hung limply over one of the armrests.

He didn't deserve to be Kakarot's mate, but he was too selfish to give him up if he could.

The beta was this wonderful person that could see the best in everyone and everything. Kakarot had always believed in the best that the dominant couldn't see in himself. He was strong, beautiful, kind, and everything Vegeta hoped for in a mate, and what does the former prince do?

He sneers at the kind nature of the younger warrior. He hated that Kakarot is more powerful than him. He only has harsh words for the other, and he never wanted to spend time with the only other full blooded saiyan in existence at the time.

At the moment, Vegeta loathed himself. He was an utter fool.

Small, dull taps of booted feet drew the alpha's tired gaze from the carpeted floor. Black eyes looked unseeingly at the tiny form in front of him, and he could feel the negative emotions building once his vision finally cleared. The sad face of his son looked at Vegeta with big, watery, and concerned eyes.