CHAPTER 15:

“…In a strange and bizarre twist of fate, it seems like the French authorities are at a loss as to the strange events of the past week. Reports of fires and explosions amongst the city’s busiest places and seaports are yet to be explained. In related news, the body of the infamous crime lord, Don Bejita, was found dead in his rented chateau in the French countryside. Again, the police say it was an apparent homicide and are looking into various suspects, mainly those believed to be connected to the crime family….”

The first signs of a wintry Christmas made their way down to the earth in the form of snowflakes. They dusted the silent countryside, covering up the dying earth with its blanket of white. Somewhere below, the soft sounds of laughter and Christmas music floated out of large, lighted windows within the warm confines of the chateau. It was Christmas Eve and everyone was in high spirits. Everyone, except for the silent, still figure that gazed morosely at the falling snow. Comfortable in a black turtleneck sweater and complimenting dark pants, the man shoved hands into his pockets and sighed, not turning around as the door to his study was opened silently.

“Aren’t you coming down to the party, Vegeta?” the woman asked softly, shutting the door behind her and walking towards the still man in the barely lit room. Placing strong hands on her son’s shoulders, Marianne kneaded the tense shoulders and smiled at his scowling reflection in the window.

“Soon, mom. I thought I told you that.” Vegeta answered, trying to stay mad at his mother, but failing miserably. He pulled away from her ministrations and spun around to whistle softly at how good she looked. Marianne had finally let her hair down and it hung in soft, flowing waves around her rosy face. The face that was usually in a stern frown, now glowed with warmth and peace, making her look much more younger than her years. She was dressed in casual jeans and a Christmas-themed sweater (which Vegeta thought looked cheesy, but who was he to complain?). Smiling in appreciation, he spoke softly,

“I will come down, as soon as I …..”

“Finish moping around?” Marianne finished knowingly. “Goodness, Vegeta! You act like you have lost someone you loved….” She paused and then frowned, “You are not still thinking about him, are you?”

“No, mother. I am not.” Vegeta snapped in irritation. To be honest, he had ceased to think about anything that concerned his late father. He had left the crime scene and had had to watch as the next day, the body had been discovered and all hell had broken loose. No one could pinpoint the murder to him, even if they tried. To the world, Vegeta did not exist. Don Bejita had no offspring and no one could bother them for anything. No…it wasn’t Bejita that had him so miserable, it was something, or rather someone, else.

“Just as long as you are not thinking about that baka. So, why don’t you come down now? Sheryl and her husband are about to start a rendition of ‘I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause’.” She batted her eyelashes and tried to give her best ‘lost puppy’ look.

Vegeta snorted and turned his attention back to the window. “Nice try, mom. But as I said, ‘I will be down soon’.” Marianne sighed in defeat and began heading out the door, when Vegeta stopped her again. “Oh and could you have Zarbon, Trunks and 17 come here for a minute. I need to speak with them.” Seeing the glare of disapproval Marianne gave at his tone of voice, he grinned sheepishly and said, “Please, mom.”

Hearing the door shut behind him, he sank well-manicured fingers through his hair and moaned softly, as the tortured thoughts filled his mind again.

~ Kami! I am going insane. What are you doing to me, Goku? ~

Since, the night of the murder, he had not heard from either man. Trunks and 17, had of course, told him all that had happened at the warehouse and Vegeta had felt his heart sink as each word was said. Apparently, Goku and Yamcha were still going strong. He knew they were still in the country, but he hadn’t had the nerve to disturb them. He understood that they probably needed some time to work things out, but Kami! It was driving him crazy; Waiting for the phone to ring, he being too nervous to call…

“You sent for us, Vegeta?” Zarbon asked quietly, as he and the other men stepped into the office.

Vegeta swiveled around and faced his new team. Sheryl had finally found Zarbon and had basically given him an offer he couldn’t refuse. It was ironic, that Zarbon would work for father, and then son. As for the blue-skinned man, he couldn’t care less whom he worked for, as long as he was getting paid….and very well too. 17 and Trunks were still as close as teammates could possibly be, which meant having to watch them snicker and giggle like teenagers behind the bigger man’s back. ~ Have to lower their alcohol consumption. ~ Vegeta thought, smirking at the display.

“I have a little Christmas gift for all of you.” He began steadily, walking over to where they stood. “I hope you all appreciate a little vacation, because you are going to need it. I have round trip tickets to anywhere you want to go to in the world. For six months, you are free to do whatever you like. However, once vacation period is up, you report back to me and your real work begins. I don’t like slouches and I insist that my employees are at their best, all the time. Do I make myself clear?” He glared specifically at the tipsy duo.

“Yes, sir.” They mumbled, unable to meet the penetrating glare.

“Good. Here you go.” Vegeta said, handing over small briefcases to each of them. “You will find everything you need in there. Oh, and have a Merry Christmas.” He finished with a small smile. The three men took their ‘presents’ and left, each of them wondering about and eagerly anticipating their future assignments.

Vegeta watched them as they took their leave. Walking back to the windows, he stood silently for several more minutes, biting his lower lip in deep thought. Finally, after apparently coming to a decision, he reached for his coat and shrugging into it quickly, he slipped out of the chateau and into the cold winter night.

“Thank you, very much.” Goku grinned as he tucked the packaged gift under his coat and paid the owner of the store. “Have a merry Christmas!”

He made his way out of the bustling store, crammed with late Christmas shoppers, and began making his way down the half-crowded streets of the gaily lit city. Christmas Eve. Smiling softly, he remembered the last time he had gotten a gift for Yamcha and how it hadn’t quite gotten to its destination. So much had happened since then. He had been unsure of his feelings for his jovial mate before, but now…now…it was…he couldn’t find the words to describe it. Since their return from the warehouse, they had spent every waking minute with each other, rediscovering feelings and pleasures that hadn’t been thought possible.

Getting onto the pedestrian bridge, he leaned over the stony wall and looked across the starlit river. Church bells, signaling the late night mass, rung solemnly across the city. Couples, old and young, walked together, cuddling each other for much needed warmth, as tiny snowflakes made their gentle descent. ~ Ah… My warmth. ~ He felt his face flush at the thought of how much heat could be radiated by just being with…

“Merry Christmas, Goku.” came the soft, deep voice of the man he knew oh-so-well. Swallowing tightly, Goku spun around slowly to meet obsidian eyes that stared at him with…desire and….something else that looked close to need, before being quickly replaced with an unreadable expression.

Both men stared at each other for long, tension-filled minutes, as questions hung unanswered in the air. Vegeta finally tore his eyes away, and took in the well-built body dressed in similar black pants, but with a cream-colored turtleneck, all covered within his long winter coat. Trembling with turbulent emotions, he sighed softly and leaned over the stony wall as well, watching the snowflakes fall lightly on the clear lake, wondering what the hell he was supposed to do or say now.

“You look…well.” Goku finally croaked out, turning back to stare unseeingly at the lake. He needed to get away from here. From him! Right now!

“You do too.” Vegeta answered, feeling his face flush with the compliment. He was never one to accept such things and it always embarrassed him whenever he was told about how good he looked or whatever. Silence fell for several more minutes, as each man tried to say something…. anything.

“So…you were successful in getting Yamcha and killing Piccolo.” Vegeta finally mumbled, feeling a deep ache somewhere in the pit of his stomach as he mentioned the other man’s name.

“Yeah.” Goku replied softly. “And you got what you wanted, right?”

~ I wish. ~ “Yeah. I guess I did.”

An even more awkward silence fell, as both ran out of things to say. Finally unable to stand it anymore, Vegeta clenched his fists in agitation and blurted out in a rush,

“You didn’t call me. Why didn’t you call me, Goku? I know…”he choked up, blinking rapidly to stop the threat of his emotions spilling out, but Kami! He had to say it! Sucking in his breath, he rasped out, “I know…I know…I don’t mean anything to you…personally…or….” He shifted uncomfortably. “You could have at least call…called me. To let me know…how…how you were doing or something.” He finished miserably, stealing a glance at the now tense man beside him. ~ How desperate, do I sound? ~ Vegeta thought angrily, kicking himself for letting himself be that vulnerable.

Goku gripped the edge of the stone wall tightly. He didn’t need this now. He loved Yamcha, that much he knew. So what the hell was this sudden heat that seemed to envelope him whenever he was around Vegeta? ~ You cannot love two people at the same time, Goku. It is just not possible! Or is it? ~ Shaking his head, he replied flatly,

“I am sorry, Vegeta.”

Vegeta felt as if his whole heart had burst into tiny pieces. His hands began shaking and he had to stuff them into his pockets, not wanting to believe what he had heard.

“Sorry for what?” He asked, needing for Goku to at least give him the rejection properly.

“For…not calling you and….”Goku shut his mouth, and turned his face away, unable to continue.

“And what?” Vegeta whispered in pain.

~ For not feeling the same way. ~ His mind cried out.

Goku turned to gaze into the black depths that were now shiny with unshed tears. ~ Oh, Kami! Vegeta… ~ He groaned softly, unable to stop himself, even if he wanted to.

“And…. for… this…” Goku murmured softly, as he leaned closer to the full, sensual lips that parted softly before him. Brushing against them lightly, he trembled with the jolt that passed through their bodies. Moaning, he cupped Vegeta’s face and stared at the now hooded eyes that gazed back at him with total and complete adoration. “Oh, Vegeta…” ~ What have I done to deserve this? ~ He licked the warm lips and smiled softly as Vegeta tried to capture the teasing tongue within his own mouth. Impatiently, Vegeta reached up and sunk his hands into the raven locks, as he took control of the situation. Pressing his burning body against the taller man, he whimpered in want, as their lips finally fused together intimately. He slipped his own tongue into the warm recesses of Goku’s mouth, groaning in desire as both appendages met and swirled together in a war of dominance.

The snow fell softly around them as the kiss intensified. Not caring if they were being whistled at, or watched, the two men burned with a fever that only they could quench. After several wondrous minutes, Goku finally tore his lips away and leaned his forehead against Vegeta’s as they both tried to catch their breaths.

“I need you, Goku.” Vegeta begged fervently, nipping lightly at the square jaw. “Please, I need you so much.” He continued, capturing the hands of the taller man and planting light kisses on the digits. “Come with me, Goku. Spend the night with me.” Not giving Goku a chance to answer, he leaned up again and captured the moist and swollen lips. Now bruising in its intensity, Vegeta reached beneath Goku’s coat and slid feverish hands underneath the thick sweater, groaning weakly as he came in contact with the solid heat of muscled skin. Pressing himself even closer (if that were possible), he ground himself against the taller man, whimpering as he felt their strained erections rub against each other, through clothed thighs.

Goku’s mind was in a whirlwind of contradictory emotions. On one hand, he so badly wanted to take up the tempting offer. He could so easily lose himself in this moment, in Vegeta, in the scent and sound of this…this…lust. Yes! That was it! Pure, unadulterated lust. He wanted Vegeta physically, that much was certain, but emotionally only one person could keep up with him. And that one person was waiting for him right now. Forcing himself to resist the exquisite torture that was inflicted on him, he slowly began pulling away the seeking hands from his body. Releasing his lips slowly from Vegeta’s, he winced inwardly as he took in the look of need that was on the other man’s face.

~ Oh, Kami. How do I do this? ~ He thought miserably.

Vegeta saw it. He did not need Goku to tell him. The look said it all. Stepping backwards, he wrapped his arms around himself and turning away, walked back to the ledge that overlooked the river. Nothing was said for several minutes as both men tried to gather scattered thoughts together. Goku stared sadly at the rigid back. Maybe, in another lifetime or something, they could have been together, but….

“What are you still waiting for?” Vegeta snapped bitterly. “Don’t you have someone waiting for you?”

“Vegeta…”

“Please, Goku. I will be fine. This isn’t my first official rejection, you know. Don’t feel you have to dramatize the situation on my account.” He snapped, still not looking at him.

“Listen, Vegeta…”

“Go to your precious Yamcha. But just you know this, Goku.” Vegeta continued, turning around to stare poignantly at the other man. “This isn’t over. I still want you, for myself, and I always get what I want. Do you understand? So enjoy your time with your mate. I won’t bother you, for now, but I will haunt you every day and night, until the day you give yourself to me. You see Goku, I am a very sore loser.”

Goku could only gape at the curt words that spilled out of the man’s mouth and finally he shook his head, as the threat sank in.

“What do you plan on doing, Vegeta?” he asked sharply, feeling his skin grow cold at the smirk on the other man’s face.

Vegeta stepped off the ledge and walked up to Goku again. Leaning up, he yanked the wild locks and crushed their lips together, nipping Goku’s lower lip in the process and tasting the metallic salt of his blood. Goku felt his blood boil in anger and desire and reciprocating the act, he bit Vegeta’s lips too, groaning involuntarily as both men tasted the salty fluids. Pulling himself away, Vegeta wiped a hand across his mouth, and smirked in silent victory.

“Just a little present for Yamcha. I will be seeing you, Goku. You have yourself a Merry Christmas.” And with that, Vegeta spun on his heels and walked away, never looking back. Goku remained frozen in place, as he watched the man disappear within the bustling crowd. He couldn’t help but feel a small twinge of fear at Vegeta’s undeniable threat.

“I always get what I want…” Shivering, and not from the cold, Goku tucked the box even tighter against his body and began walking briskly to his hotel room. He needed to be with Yamcha.

“Uuuuhhhh….my head hurts.” Trunks groaned as he leaned heavily against his tipsy mate on the leather couch.

“How do you think, I feel?” 17 replied, mumbling something about stupid Christmas parties. Raising heavy eyes, he looked at the remnants of an otherwise good party. Many of the guests were pretty much smashed and Sheryl was somehow within the confines of her husband and ….Zarbon? 17 nearly gagged at the sight. ~ Geez! Get a room… ~

Turning his head, he noticed that Marianne was standing beside the window, gazing out with a frown on her face. She turned around suddenly and met his questioning gaze with stern eyes. Shivering at the look, he smiled wanly as the woman approached him slowly.

“You are 17, right?” she asked blankly, with an amused glint in her eye.

“Umm…yes.” He answered, wondering where all of this was leading to.

Marianne suddenly broke into a mischievous grin and then she raised her hands up, displaying the carefully hidden mistletoe. 17 stared at the plant blankly for a minute, before it finally registered in his dulled brain. ~ Oh, Kami! No! ~ He watched in horror, as Marianne, leaned forward and seized his lips, which he had opened as he had gasped, giving him a full blown kiss. Giggling like a schoolgirl, Marianne released him and smiling brightly, she sashayed out of the room, leaving 17 blinking in astonishment.

Trunks, who had been silent throughout the entire ordeal, glared at his mate in disgust.

“Gee…koi, I didn’t know you had the hots for older women!”

17 blinked and snapped back in anger, the buzz in his head worsened now, “She came on to me!”

“Yeah right! Why don’t you go screw the old geezer and leave me out here in the cold…”Trunks staggered to his feet, and began heading out of the moving room. “You have a very merry Christmas koi, because, you are going to sleep on the couch tonight!”

“Hey! That’s not fair!” 17 pouted, as he staggered after the six versions of his mate. “I swear it, she came on to me!”

Marianne grinned in devilish delight, sipping her white wine quietly. ~ Ah! Nothing like having some fun and ruining someone else’s Christmas. ~

Yamcha stared at his attempt at dinner, in dismay. The chicken was badly burnt and the pasta tasted like rubber. Dumping the food into the garbage can, he shrugged as he placed the edible salad and the wine as replacements on the table that he had set. ~ Hopefully, he won’t be too hungry, when he gets back….If he gets back. ~

It was almost midnight and Goku still hadn’t shown up. He had said that he had to go shopping for some personal items and that had been almost four hours ago. Frowning, Yamcha picked up his cup of hot cocoa and walked on bare feet to the window seat. Making himself comfortable, he stared out at the falling snowflakes and smiled softly as his thoughts returned to the events of the past week.

After the whole warehouse ordeal, Goku and he had become practically inseparable. Every moment was spent together, talking about everything and nothing, finding out things that they had never thought possible. Goku was yet to say those words that he so wanted, needed to hear, but Yamcha was a patient guy and he could wait. No matter how long it took. He frowned again as thoughts of Vegeta filled his head. Goku had decided to reject the offer from Vegeta to become partners in his own organization. They hadn’t told him that yet, but they had felt the need to give the crime thing a rest for a while. No, they weren’t going to quit anytime soon, the rush and adrenaline of each heist was like an aphrodisiac to the men. They needed the excitement.

Swallowing down the last drops of the chocolate drink in a gulp, he stretched out aching muscles as the clock chimed, signaling the arrival of the midnight hour and Christmas day. Sighing softly, as he felt his heart ache at Goku not being there with him, he suddenly gasped as warm, strong hands encircled his waist, and warm soft lips began leaving little nips and kisses along his exposed neck.

“Merry Christmas, koi.” Goku murmured huskily, as he pulled Yamcha tighter against his clearly aroused body.

“Mmmmm….Goku.” Yamcha moaned softly, as he arched his head, giving his mate more access to his muscled neck. “Merry Christmas, to you too.”

He jerked upright as Goku shoved the small gift-wrapped box into his hands. Detangling himself from Goku’s embrace, he spun around and raised eyebrows at the other man.

“Open it.” Goku said softly, smiling at the look on his face.

Yamcha hands trembled with anticipation as he unwrapped the gift. Biting his lower lip and trying to control the imminent grin, he lifted out the black velvet box and opened it slowly, his eyes getting wider as it revealed its contents.

“Goku….this…”

“Let me help.” Goku interrupted the sputtering man, as he lifted out the clear-cut diamond encrusted friendship ring. Raising the trembling man’s hands, he slipped the platinum band onto his finger and raised the hands to his lips, staring intently at the moist, warm eyes in front of him. Kissing them softly, Goku placed Yamcha’s hand on his thudding heart and whispered huskily, leaning forward to claim the parted lips as each word was said.

“You belong to me, koishii. Aishieteru.”

Yamcha clung to Goku like a vice. Wrapping his arms around his neck, he responded to the kiss with such passion that Goku was taken by surprise. “Kami, Goku.” He muttered out feverishly against the other man’s mouth. “You don’t know how long I have waited for you to say that.” Pressing himself tightly against the surprised man, he seized his lips again and groaned as their tongues danced in a rhythm as old as time.

Goku placed hands behind Yamcha’s knees and lifted him up, causing Yamcha to quirk an eyebrow in surprise at the turn of events. “What?” Goku asked, grinning devilishly.

“Umm… You are carrying me…”Yamcha mumbled out, his face as red as the Christmas bows. “Don’t I get to unwrap my Christmas gift?” Goku asked teasingly, his eyes darkening with deepened lust and desire. Yamcha trembled at the look and sank his lips against his mate’s neck, breathing in his scent as Goku continued to make his way to the bedroom.

Laying Yamcha gently amongst the cotton sheets, he began stripping out of his clothes, watching in glee as his mate’s breath quickened with each piece of clothing strewn away. Yamcha sucked in much needed air as he stared at the perfection in front of him. He watched in awe, as Goku leaned over and began crawling up to him with that same mischievous glint in his eye. Yamcha slid backwards amongst the sheets, feeling his heart thump in anticipation. Their eyes clashed as Goku continued to stalk his prey with a low growl emitting from his throat. Finally, hitting the headboard, Yamcha sniggered as he tried to dodge his mate. With catlike reflexes, Goku caught the struggling man and for the next few minutes both men mock wrestled, each trying to get the upper hand.

Finally, Goku caught a handful of Yamcha’s shirt and ripped it off, tossing it aside and then pinned the man’s hands to his sides. Yamcha snarled and bucked upward sharply trying to throw Goku off, which was a pretty bad idea, considering how aroused they both were now and how much the movement caused such a delightful friction between the two sweaty bodies.

“Get off me, cheat!” Yamcha spat.

“Why should I?” Goku asked sneering at the furious look on his mate’s face. He howled in pain, as Yamcha suddenly leaned up and bit his neck. “You bastard!” He yelled, as Yamcha freed himself and ran out of the room. Goku took off after the fleeing man and glaring at him, they squared off across the couch in the living room.

“Come here, koi.” Goku growled, beckoning the other man with his forefinger and grinning evilly. “I promise, I won’t bite.”

Yamcha tossed his head and folded his arms, “I don’t think so. You would have to tie me up and drag me…FUCK!!” He screamed as Goku had suddenly pinned him against the wall and had begun rubbing himself in slow erotic motions against him.

“Exactly, koi….” Goku murmured as he ripped away the pants off Yamcha’s body. With a soft growl, he seized the pliant lips before him and kissed his mate with unbridled passion, moaning as Yamcha returned it with as much fervor. Hands joined together and pinned against the wall, they strained against each other, needing more than just this, needing to be filled completely, to become one again. Releasing his lips slowly, Goku gazed at his lover with eyes glazed with lust, love and desire. Leaning down to gently suckle on his earlobe, Goku whispered huskily into the ear,

“Take me, Yamcha.”

Yamcha was way more than surprised. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been the dominant one and now Goku was giving himself up, allowing him to take control. Smiling broadly, he slid his fingers into Goku’s mouth and whimpered as his digits were suckled on gently. He felt Goku’s tongue slide up and down, moistening the trembling fingers. Yamcha shut his eyes as he grabbed a hold of Goku’s turgid flesh and began to stroke slowly, thrusting himself gently against his body. Goku groaned around the fingers as the stroking motions set him alight again. Releasing Yamcha’s fingers, he stared at the man he loved and said softly again, “Now.” As he wrapped his legs around Yamcha’s waist.

Yamcha nodded and slipped his moistened digits into the tight orifice of his mate. He stopped a bit as Goku tensed, not wanting to hurt the man. “Go on….”Goku hissed out, as he buried his head against his mate’s neck, bucking his hips as Yamcha slowly worked his way into the tight heat. Seeking for that special place, he smiled as Goku jerked up and arched his head back, showing that he had indeed found the weak spot. Probing continuously, he tried to contain the now thrashing man as Goku growled and moaned in exquisite delight. “AAAAH…YAMCHA! NOW! PLEAASEE!!” Yamcha removed his fingers and quickly replaced them with his more than ready erection, gasping in amazement at the delightful sensations that wracked through his body. “Oh kami, Goku. You are incredible.” He mumbled out, as he began thrusting slowly into the warm sheath.

Goku shut his eyes as the slick length of his mate invaded his body. He sunk his fingers into the broad back and began bucking wildly as Yamcha continued with his slow torture. “Ooooh…Yamcha!! Fuck me harder!!” Coherent thought disappeared as Yamcha increased the pace. Spinning around and pinning Goku against the wall, he slammed himself into the heavenly warmth, squeezing eyes shut as indescribable heat flowed through his mind and body. A kaleidoscope of colors filled his now blinded vision as he felt the upcoming explosion about to take place. He gripped his mate’s swollen flesh and stroked in rhythm to his thrusts, now having to listen to Goku’s howls of delight and pure pleasure. Goku couldn’t stand it anymore. It was becoming too much for him. Feeling like he was about to fall off the edge of a cliff, he began thrusting up sharply against Yamcha, screaming as his body tightened in an earth-shattering climax. He exploded, spilling his hot semen across his lover’s hands as the orgasm wracked through his body. He was left in a quivering heap against the still pounding Yamcha. Raising his head up, he stared deeply into his lover’s eyes as he felt the thrusting flesh fill his body and swell as Yamcha rapidly grew close to his own explosion.

With a primal howl, Yamcha tightened his grip on Goku’s taut cheeks and spurted in torrents into the warm body. He trembled as aftershocks of his release seized control of his sweaty flesh. Unable to stand anymore, Yamcha collapsed onto the carpeted floor and grunted as Goku followed his descent, lying atop the other man, as they both tired to catch their breaths. Grinning sheepishly, Goku rubbed noses against his mate.

“That was incredible, koi. I could get used to you being on top, you know.” He teased, nipping lightly at it.

“Hn. You had better start getting used to it.” Yamcha teased as he pushed Goku off and cuddled close, letting the warm fires of the fireplace flicker across their bronzed skins.

For a few minutes, silence reigned as both men slipped into their own thoughts. Finally, Yamcha asked the question that had been nagging him for the better part of the evening.

“Why did you take so long, Goku?” He asked softly, trailing fingers down the muscled chest.

Goku tensed a bit and then answered quietly, “I was distracted by someone.”

“Oh…” Yamcha waited for Goku to continue, but when nothing was forthcoming, he continued, “Who was it?”

Shifting restlessly within Yamcha’s arms, Goku looked into the onyx, warm eyes in front of him and replied softly, “No one of extreme importance, koi. Now go to sleep.” He whispered, as he kissed the fluttering eyelids.

Listening to the even breathing of his mate, Goku stared blankly up at the ceiling, wondering why he had the sudden urge to check something. Giving his koi a gentle kiss, he jumped up lithely and headed towards the windows. Lifting away the curtains, he hitched in his breath as he saw the figure in the long winter coat stare back at him with eyes of deepest obsidian. Feeling his heart rate beat faster, he watched as the silent man tipped his hat and smirked wickedly before making his way back out to the snowy streets of Paris.

~ I will be waiting for you, Goku. I will be waiting. ~

THE END…..