CHAPTER 8:
ALL FOR LOVE
Vegeta opened his
eyes slowly to the feel of soft, warm lips against his neck. Moaning he arched
himself to give more access to the torturous lips.
"Mmmmmm...Geta,
you smell and taste great after sex," Goku murmured thickly.
Vegeta flushed and
gave Goku a mock jab to the side as he replied, “So do you." Raising his
head, Goku flashed dark eyes unto his lover's face and said simply, "You
are beautiful Vegeta." Vegeta couldn't speak. He looked at the love that
shone from Goku's eyes and leaning up, he brushed his lips against Goku's and
whispered "Take me, make me yours."
Goku seized Vegeta's
lips in a crushing kiss that left no room for compromise. He ran his hands over
tight muscles that clenched and unclenched in desire. He rubbed his thumbs
against taut nipples, catching Vegeta's gasp between his lips. Goku rubbed
himself slowly against a writhing Vegeta, arousals grinding painfully against
each other. Lowering his lips, Goku licked his neck and sucked gently on his
earlobe, listening to Vegeta's whimpers of delight. He moved on down to replace
his thumbs with his lips on his nipples, sucking deeply and causing Vegeta to
groan even louder. He felt the roots of his hair being yanked painfully, as
Vegeta had a death grip on his head. "Ouch! Vegeta!"
"Sorry."
Vegeta gasped as he released his head slowly. Smiling slightly, he continued
his journey down Vegeta's stomach to his already moistened member. Goku slowly
licked the precum off and then began licking slowly from base to tip, making
sure that every inch was tasted. God! He
tastes like warm honey. Vegeta writhed and tossed his head from side to
side in wanton behavior. He cried out in ecstasy as he felt his climax
approaching. Clutching feverishly to Goku's broad back, he bucked and thrust
against him. "G...G...ookkuu... I...I...n...nee...need..."
"I know,"
Goku replied. Sucking his fingers, he slowly stretched Vegeta's tight muscles
and grinned when he found what he was looking for. Vegeta was losing it now. He
raised dazed, lust-filled eyes at his lover and whimpering, raised himself on
his knees to give Goku better access. Goku slowly thrust himself into his
lover's tight heat and groaned as he felt Vegeta begin thrusting in return.
Moans, pants and grunts filled the air as the two lovers sort completion.
Vegeta hands gave way, as Goku pounded mercilessly into him and began stroking
his swollen erection in time with his thrusts, the pleasure becoming way
too much for him to handle. Both boys shut their eyes tightly and arched
against one another, screaming their pleasure to the world as they both came
violently. With a final grunt, they both collapsed in a heap of limbs and fell
asleep cuddled snugly against one another.
*****************************************
The evening shadows
danced across the dozing lovers. Stretching in lazy movements, Vegeta finally
got up and stared at his still sleeping lover's face. Smiling happily, he
kissed Goku softly on the lips and then shook him awake.
"Wake up sleepy
head. It's almost dinner time."
Goku stretched and
winced, rubbing his neck.
"Damn! What time
is it?" He didn't receive any reply, as Vegeta seemed to be staring at
something on his back. "What is it? Did I grow a tail or something?"
"Umm...noo,"
said Vegeta, his face turning a deep red.
"Well, what is
it?" Goku asked, his patience beginning to wear out.
"You have
scratch marks all over your back. I guess I got too carried away." Vegeta
smirked.
Goku smirked in
return and said, "Well...you would have to explain to your folks how you
got that mark on your neck."
Vegeta eeped and
stared at the obvious love bite. Darn!
He grinned, unable to stop the flush of pleasure that came to his face as he
thought of leaving with a memento from his love.
Both boys grinned in
delight and then as if on cue, decided that a swim in the lake would do just
fine. As Goku put it, they didn't want to go home reeking of sex.
************************************
Serena listened to
the sounds of the front door silently opening and closing. She glanced at the
bedside clock and saw the time.11.35pm. Her son had left here in the afternoon
for lunch and had come home at nearly
***************************************
Vegeta couldn't stop
smiling. He knew he was going to get a good lecture from his mother, but right
now all he could think about was Goku. He grinned, rummaging through the
fridge, hoping to get a quick snack. Even after their swim, they hadn't been
able to keep their hands off each other, and it seemed the more times they did
it, the better it became. They had planned to meet again in a week, since
Vegeta didn't want his mother to completely ground him or something. So
engrossed was he in his thoughts that he didn't notice the silent footsteps or
the shadow of the figure behind him, until he heard his name.
"Vegeta."
Vegeta jumped in
surprise and dropped the knife he had been holding to the kitchen floor.
"Mom!"
"Did I scare
you, son?" came the quiet reply still not moving from the shadows.
"Of course you
did!" Vegeta retorted sharply, leaning down to pick up the knife, his
hands shaking slightly as he felt fear creeping up his neck.
"Where were you
all day, Vegeta?" the same quiet voice.
Vegeta knew that his
mother was angry. She tried to hide it behind the quiet act, but he knew and
could sense the boiling rage seething beneath it. He was the only one that
could counterpunch that rage as he slammed the knife back onto the table in
annoyance.
"Dammit, Mom! I
told you I was going out to lunch with a friend." Lowering his voice, he
concluded,” Look, I am sorry I didn't call you to tell you how late I would be.
I apologize."
Serena saw and smelt
it. She knew that they had been sleeping together again. Vegeta had that glow
on his face. Her boy and that piece of filth Goku.
"Vegeta. You are
not to see that boy again!" she said coldly. "I forbid it!"
Vegeta stared at his
mother in shock. Never see Goku again?
Impossible. "I’m sorry mom, but I can’t do that," he answered
quietly, turning back to begin making his sandwich.
"I am your
mother, Vegeta! And you will very well do as I say!"
"In case you
haven't figured it out yet, MOTHER, I will be turning 18 in a few weeks and
then I wouldn't have to listen to this 'I am your mom' crap all the time,"
he answered coldly.
With a movement that
caught Vegeta totally off guard, Serena gave him a good slap across his face,
knocking Vegeta down to the floor in surprise. Her face was contorted in mask
of rage that he had never seen before.
"You ungrateful
bastard!" she hissed. "After all I have done for you. You repay me by
becoming a fucking fag! I won't have it, Vegeta! As long as you are in my house
and under my care, you will NEVER EVER SEE THAT BOY AGAIN! DO I MAKE MYSELF
CLEAR?!"
"What’s the
entire ruckus about?" asked a sleepy Vegeta Sr. plodding down the stairs.
"Your son is a
fag, Vegeta! I hope you are happy!" and with that retort, Serena stormed
back upstairs and banged the door to her bedroom shut.
Vegeta picked himself
off the floor, a dull rage filling his body as he turned back silently to
continue his snack. Silence filled the kitchen as father and son made no
attempt to break it. Sighing, Vegeta Sr. shuffled over to the fridge and got
himself a glass of orange juice. He knew what was going on between Goku and
Vegeta and he wasn't really sure what he was going to do about it. He only
wanted his son to be happy, and if Goku was the one that did that particular
job, then so be it. Serena on the other hand was a whole other kettle of fish.
"Goodnight,
son," he said softly, laying his hands across tense shoulders. "I
wouldn't worry too much about your mother right now. She is just a little under
the weather."
Vegeta nodded and
watched out of the corner of his eyes as his father walked back upstairs. He
seemed to have aged overnight and Vegeta felt even angrier at what his mother
was doing to him. He sat down quietly and began to munch on his food. His
mind whirled around at how angry his mother had been.
At this rate, she is likely to kill someone. Vegeta
stopped chewing, his eyes opening wide at the thought. Kami! She wouldn't! Would she? Vegeta
had no doubt that his mother would do anything to protect him.
Why, he could still remember her reaction to the news that he had
been kicked out of the debate team because he refused to debate on
some dumb topic. His mother had stormed into school and had basically
threatened everyone who had even spoken to Vegeta. Needless
to say, it was Vegeta's most embarrassing moment yet. And
now this. He was in love and not just with anyone, but with another boy.
His mom didn't take well to homosexuality. He had had to listen to her tirades
over the years on how horrible it was and the evils and all what nots that
awaited them. Goku wasn't evil, neither was he, so what was the big deal?
Oh, there is a big deal, Vegeta! His mind screamed.
Goku was a popular person around this neighborhood and what would happen
if suddenly he began appearing around on his arm posing himself as
Goku's ‘boyfriend’? What about his reputation? What about Chi-Chi?
What about his father?
"We are from two
different worlds, Vegeta."
How true was that?
Now that he was really thinking about it, their relationship in the real
world was not going to go as smoothly as he had envisioned this afternoon.
They would have to meet in secret and go about putting on a straight face
in public. Vegeta shifted restlessly. Don't
forget my mother. Sighing wearily, he tossed the remaining bits of his
sandwich. I’ll just have to talk to Goku
and warn him or something. Warn him about what? We can't see each other as
much. I wouldn't want anything to happen to him. Feeling close to
tears at the injustice of it all, he firmed his resolve and muttering,
"I’m doing the right thing," he walked quietly up to his
room.
*********************************
It had been two weeks
now. Goku stared morosely out the class window, the low droning sound of
his math professor fading out in the background. Vegeta. He had understood Vegeta's
reasoning for them not being able to meet in a week, but another
week had gone by and still he hadn't heard any word from him. It
wasn't any easier as the finals were coming up and so schoolwork had to
take precedence over everything else. He hardly had the time to
himself anymore. I miss him so much!
He doodled on his notepad, vaguely realizing he was writing Vegeta's name
over and over again.
"Hey Goku,"
whispered Yamcha.
"Hmm... "
not really paying attention.
"Piccolo says he
has some study sheets for the chemistry test on Friday. You wanna come over to
my place and study? Bulma and Chi-Chi said they would be coming too."
"Maybe. I’m
kinda tied up right now."
"You okay, man?
You look kinda pale."
Goku snorted. If you only knew. "Guess I am
catching the flu or something. Look, I will call you guys later. I've gotta
go." And with that he stood up, packed his books quickly and stepped out
of the class. I have to talk to Vegeta.
**************************************
Vegeta tossed away
the last brochure in irritation. His mother had insisted (father too) that he
look through the schools he wanted to go to. He had already made up his
mind that he would go to the local college that Goku attended, but MOTHER would
have none of that. He snorted angrily. He had discovered his sketchpads and
sketches were gone and had gone to ask his mother about it. All she had said
was that she had tried to clean up his art room and had tossed away the things
that looked "trashy" to her. Vegeta fumed, knowing that most of the
"trashy" stuff contained pictures of Goku. That to him was
unforgivable. He had nearly done the unthinkable, hitting his mother, when
Vegeta Sr. had stepped in and pleaded with Vegeta to reconsider his actions.
Sighing wearily, he
stared out the window. It was another glorious autumn afternoon, a time when
most people were either at work or in school. His parents were both gone, so he
enjoyed his few hours of relative peace and tranquility. Hn. Who are we kidding? Ah, Goku! I wish you were here! He still
hadn't been able to tell Goku about his decision and it killed him each day not
being able to. He hadn't been sleeping or eating well and his parents had been
genuinely concerned about him. He clutched his stomach, as he thought of what
he would do, the agony alone of not being able to see, touch, and feel his
lover for the past two weeks was too much. Moaning weakly, he didn't hear the
doorbell until a banging on the door followed.
"Damnit! Don't
break the fucking door!" he yelled.
Padding on bare feet downstairs,
he hurriedly slipped his t-shirt over tight spandex workout shorts. The banging
continued. "Shit! I’m coming!"
Opening the door with
an angry scowl on his face, he stood as if rooted to the spot, jaw dropping and
eyes wide, as the object of his thoughts grinned at him.
"G...G...Goku?" he finally managed shakily.
"Vegeta,"
came the husky reply.
Unable to do anything
but gape at him, he didn't realize that Goku had begun walking into the house.
He continued to stare as Goku shut the door behind him and slowly walked up to
his paralyzed body. Vegeta swallowed and licked very dry lips as he took in the
white long sleeved shirt that clung to his body like a glove and the loose
black slacks. Dangerous. He began
walking backwards in a daze, as Goku stalked him, a predatory gleam in his
eyes. Schoolbooks were abandoned in the hallway as Goku led him into the living
room. Vegeta finally felt the back of his knees hit the couch and he fell on
it, quickly followed by a very hot Goku.
Hands groped and
roamed over feverish bodies as their lips met in a bruising kiss. "You
shouldn't be here," Vegeta gasped out, ripping away at Goku's shirt.
"I know,"
Goku replied feverishly, as he began hurriedly taking off Vegeta's shirt and
shorts.
"My mother will be
home soon," Vegeta muttered as he sank frantic hands into thick dark
locks, pulling Goku away from his journey across his neck, and crushing their
lips together again. Goku moaned and grabbed Vegeta's already moist erection
and began stroking in feverish rhythm, eliciting gasps from Vegeta.
"Oh God, Vegeta.
I don't care anymore," Goku replied, hungrily sucking on Vegeta's neck and
dipping down to suck on taut nipples. Vegeta sucked in deep breaths as he began
to lose himself in the feel of his lover's caresses.
********************
Serena smiled
happily. Things were going much better than she expected. Vegeta seemed to be
coming to his senses, as he and Goku had not met in the last few weeks. She
smiled and waved hello to one of the jogging neighbors as she approached her
driveway. Hopefully, Vegeta had finally chosen a college and had gotten that
dumb notion that he was going to be attending Goku's school. Hn! As if that would ever happen.
Parking the car in the driveway, she got out and opened up the back to bring
out the groceries. Almost $200. What is
this world coming too? Her grin got bigger as she thought of her other
grocery shopping.
"A little
present for you Goku, if you mess up with my son again." Stepping into the
front door, after a few minutes of fidgeting for the right keys, she sang out
happily, "Vegeta honey! I am home!"
********************
Vegeta cried out
again as Goku sucked him even harder. Sweat drenched the two boys as a haze of
lust and desire filled the room. The sound of his name seemed to come from a
far off distance. After a few moments, he realized that Goku wasn't exactly
doing much anymore. Raising lust filled eyes towards his lover, he saw, with a
distant sense of panic that Goku was hurriedly putting his clothes back on.
"G...G...Goku?"
he asked dazedly. Was it something I did
or said?
"Sshhhhh!"
Goku placed a finger across his lips. "I think your mother is home."
"Holy..."
Vegeta flew up and began dressing up frantically as well. Thankfully, the
living room wasn't that close to the front door. He watched as Goku tiptoed to
the hall and watched as he ran back quietly, his face paling considerably.
"Damn! Vegeta, I
left my books in the hallway," he whispered fervently.
"No time for
that now! "Vegeta whispered back. Sure enough his mother was coming down
the hallway at the moment.
"Vegeta sweetie!
Mommy's here!"
“Shit! Hide over
there!" Vegeta shoved Goku into the coat closet and began smoothing out
the rumpled couch spread, hoping that no stains were there or he was so dead.
He barely got to sit down as his mother peeked in and saw her son looking
through another brochure.
"There you are
honey! Look what I got for you!" she crooned, shoving him a new art set
complete with new sketchpads.
"Gee! Thanks,
Mom! Just what I needed! Wow! Is that lemon pie I smell?" Vegeta gushed as
he dragged his mother away from the room.
Serena stopped short
and looked at her son. Reeallly looked at her son. His face was flushed, his
hair in disarray, his shirt ripped at the side… Another one! …and he smelt of ... OH GOD!
"Mom?"
Vegeta asked worriedly "Are you alright?"
"Yes," she
replied quietly. That's it! That bastard
came here again and had the guts to touch him in my own house. Oh you are
begging for it aren't you, Goku?
Smiling broadly, she put an arm around Vegeta's and said, "Let's go
see that lemon pie, what do you say?"
"Sure!"
Vegeta smiled back quickly and taking a quick peek, he noticed that Goku was
sliding out of the closet and making his way out the side glass doors. Sighing
in relief, he turned his attention back to his mother.
***********************************
Goku walked quickly
through the almost deserted street. Whew!
Close one! He smirked at the thought of Serena catching both of them making
out on the couch. His face quickly returned into a frown. He had noticed the
way Serena seemed to act like he was a plague or something around him. At first
she had seemed nice enough and had invited him over for tea or fancy picnics,
but she had suddenly withdrawn her warm attentions and instead began ignoring
or simply acted as if he didn't even exist. Vegeta's
mom and my dad should have been the married couple. Speaking of which, he
watched as his dad's car drove up the driveway. Goku braced himself for the
upcoming conversation.
Bardock sighed
wearily. How was he going to explain to Goku that he was about to bring a new
woman into the house? The girls, he knew, were going to be easily persuaded,
but he knew that Goku was a whole different matter. If only I could just speak to him, without this sense of dread in me.
Shrugging his broad shoulders, he stepped out of the car and came face to face
with his son. It never ceased to amaze him at how alike they both looked. They
could easily have been confused as brothers. And yet a stranger to me. He looked into bleak, dead eyes and found
himself unable to return the gaze.
"Son," he
mumbled uncertainly.
"Dad," Goku
replied.
A few moments of
agonizing silence and then with a weary sigh,
"We need to
talk...Goku."
****************************
"Why don't you
invite Goku over for some dinner with us tomorrow night, Vegeta sweetie?"
Vegeta stared at his
mother as if she had sprouted an extra head all of a sudden. She bustled about
the kitchen humming and smiling putting the finishing touches to her South
American cooking. Serena had decided that variety was the spice of life; hence,
every night was a weird dish from some country they hadn't heard of before. The
two Vegetas didn't bother trying to complain as they chucked down whatever she
offered. "So long as it doesn’t kill me," Vegeta Sr. had reasoned.
"Well? Are you
going to call him over or what?"
"Umm...okay."
Vegeta nodded, puzzled at his mother's sudden request for Goku's presence.
He left the kitchen
table and decided to use the phone in the den, where he could have some
privacy. Dialing the number with unsteady fingers, he listened to the other
line ring for almost an eternity.
"Hello,"
came the deep voice of Bardock.
"Hello. Could I
speak to Goku, sir? This is Vegeta."
Vegeta was needless
to say shocked when he heard Bardock yell out Goku's name. Not Kakarrot or Son,
but Goku. Of course, Goku had told him all about that.
"What's up
'Geta?" Goku spoke, sounding pretty happy.
"What's the
matter with you? You sound like you won the lottery or something."
"You wouldn't
believe it Vegeta!" Goku spoke excitedly, "My Dad and I actually
talked! I mean really had a real conversation! He is taking me to go see a race
next Saturday, just him and me! Isn't that the coolest? Oh and by the way, I
think I am about to have a step mom. So what did you call me for?"
Vegeta blinked as he
tried to digest all the information that Goku had fired at him. He managed to
blurt out congratulations and then he told Goku about the invitation to dinner.
"Hmm...why would
she want me over for dinner? I thought she hated my guts."
"Maybe she wants
to make up for being a bitch to you or something."
"Yeah ...I guess
so." Doubt still latched in Goku's voice.
"Hey, I think we
are having Japanese tomorrow night, your favorite."
"Hmmm...you also
know what else my favorite is too.." Goku lowered his voice seductively.
"Shit! Don't
start now!" Vegeta groaned, turning a deep shade of red.
Goku laughed and then
said wickedly, "Don't worry babe, after dinner, you are dessert!"
Vegeta blushed more
furiously and hung up the phone, feeling his nerves tingle with anticipation
and excitement. He couldn't wait for tomorrow night!
*************************
Goku worked his tie
into place. Vegeta had said something about his mother being very formal about
dinners, which was pretty stupid to Goku, but he didn't want to disrespect the
lady, hence the constricting suit.
Bardock smirked at
his son's discomfort. After their talk, it seemed like a huge load had been
lifted off his shoulders, he grinned at the boy he had never really had a
chance to know and silently contemplated the last bit of the conversation they
had had. Goku had confessed to him about his feelings for Vegeta. He had been
floored to say the least, and wasn't exactly sure how to go about the situation.
He did have genuine concerns about Goku's squeaky, all American kid image and
how the community was going to accept the fact that Goku was attracted to men.
Goku had shrugged it off and had said they would work something out when they
came to that bridge. Right now, however, it was time to have fun and enjoy
life.
"Looking good,
Kakarrott!" Bardock said smiling.
Goku did look good.
The dark suit emphasized the broadness of his shoulders and the lean curves of
his hips. The white shirt was complimented with the tie, giving him the air of
a very sophisticated young man. Akira and Aeisha crooned and sashayed around
their older brother giving him approving looks. The older men laughed and then
silently exchanged happy grins.
"Well I have got
to go now," Goku said, tucking the small present he had gotten for Serena.
"Have fun,
son!"
"Thanks, I
intend too."
**************************
Serena watched the
men talk and laugh in her living room. She especially watched her son and Goku.
Although they had tried to hide it all evening, she had caught the subtle
exchanges between the two boys. Hell, when Vegeta had opened the door for Goku,
she had seen the obvious tension between the two. I bet if we weren't here, they
would have made out right there on the front porch. During dinner, it was the same thing. She
would watch as the two stole glances at one another and as hands would
accidentally brush against each other. Damn
it! They were practically making out in front of her!
Her hands shook
slightly as she took out the small bottle from her purse. Just a little drop. That's all that's enough. That's what the man said.
The bottle contained anti emotional depressants. These were believed to
make one lose any particular emotion that he or she felt strongly at that time.
In this case, to make one lose his or her ability to love or feel strongly
emotionally to one person. It was also colorless and odorless. She stared at
the cups of coffee she had made as she muttered silently to herself, "I am
doing this for you son. I hope you understand. All of this is done for love.
Please forgive me." And with that, she poured the drug into the cup she
had specifically placed for Goku. Stirring quickly, she smoothed out her dress,
put on her brightest smile and carried the tray out to the waiting men.
********************
The men were looking
at a collection of Vegeta Sr.'s old music records. Surprisingly, Goku seemed to
know his oldies pretty well and impressed his two companions with his
knowledge. Vegeta silently drank him in. God,
how can someone love a person this much? I don't know what I would ever do
without you, Goku. Goku turned and smiled back warmly, as Vegeta blushed
and absent-mindedly grabbed the nearest coffee cup, gulping the hot offering to
hide his growing embarrassment.
"Aaahh...the
coffee is here!" exclaimed Vegeta Sr. delightedly.
"Mmmhmm. Smells
great too!" agreed Goku snatching the left over cup and gulping it down as
well.
Serena came out of
the bathroom to join the others, when she noticed something horribly wrong.
Yes, they all had their coffee cups, but...Oh
God! What have I done?! In her haste to get to the bathroom, she had meant
to put each cup in front of their respective owners. Shaking her head in
mounting horror, she watched as her son drank the last drops of the very cup
she had drugged specifically for Goku. To her mounting dismay as well, she had
added a whole lot more of the dosage than necessary, for added measure, she had
thought. Clapping a hand over her mouth, she stared white faced as the men
suddenly noticed the staring woman.
"Serena?"
asked Vegeta Sr. worriedly, "What is it, sweetheart?"
"Is everything
all right, ma'am?" Goku asked, worry also etched on his handsome face.
"M...M...my
s...ss...sson..." Serena walked over in a daze towards a very confused
looking Vegeta.
"Serena?"
"Mom? You are
scaring us..." Especially me,
Vegeta thought wildly.
Suddenly, Serena
screamed and lunged for Goku's neck. Shaking it violently, she yelled out
incoherently, "YOU BASTARD!! You made me kill my son!! That drink was
meant for you not my son!! You should be the one dead!! I HATE YOU!! You good
for nothing faggot!"
The three men stared
at the crazed woman in horror. Goku was seriously struggling to breathe now and
it took all of his will power to push her off. Serena fell hard on her behind,
but quickly recovered and tried to lunge for Goku's neck again. Vegeta quickly
stepped in between the two and shouted out, "ENOUGH!"
Serena finally seemed
to come to her senses as she saw Vegeta still standing in front of her. A VERY
upset Vegeta standing in front of her.
"Vegeta!
Sweetie! You are alive!" she tried to raise her hands to touch his face,
but was quickly smacked off by a still very pissed off looking Vegeta.
"What did you
mean by Goku was supposed to die?" he asked in a quiet voice, the growing
anger and fury building.
"I didn't mean
anything," Serena replied frantically, waving her hands about and trying
to laugh it off. She turned to her husband for help, but got only a stony,
stoic face from him. She darted suddenly frightened eyes at the cold glares
that had taken over the faces of the three men.
"I...I...really
didn't mean anything," she stuttered in fear. She suddenly began shouting
again; "I did it for you, Vegeta!! I did it because I loved you! He
doesn’t deserve you! I am your mother and only I have the right to love you!
You can't love him! It isn't right!"
Vegeta could feel the
effects of the drug begin to take place, his head was beginning to feel woozy
and his mouth suddenly felt too dry. I
have to say it!
"Mother...I
can't believe you would go as far as to try to destroy the one thing that made
me really happy. It's a shame you can't agree with the way I feel about Goku. I
love him mother and I intend to spend the rest of my life with him if he so
wishes. I..."
Vegeta suddenly fell
to the ground as the darkness washed over him.