You're Crazy: Chapter 4

Chapter 4- And you are?

When the man Vegeta held by the wrist didn't respond, he started to think maybe he was stupid, or mute, or perhaps he recognized him, though he didn't see how that was possible. The other just stood there, his mouth partially opened and his eyes fixated on the prince. Vegeta cocked a brow in question and the man finally took a breath.

“H-Hi,” he replied, relaxing and in no way trying to free himself from Vegeta's grasp.

“I thought you were someone else for a moment,” Vegeta spoke differently than his usual voice, but the accent couldn't be hidden completely.

“Oh,” was all Goku managed to voice, still staring into the eyes of who he knew everyone else was talking about. “He's… gorgeous,” Goku thought, his attention fully on the young man before him. After feeling his hand being let go he opened his mouth to speak, but then just shut it once more, not knowing what to say.

Vegeta felt awkward, but at the same time wasn't willing to walk away. “How is it possible that he can resemble my father's advisor so closely, is this his son, Raditz? But I'd heard they didn't look all that much alike. Perhaps it's his second born, but I thought he was much younger. Too young to be out in a club at least.”

“What's your name?” Goku asked, feeling that he must know.

“Hn,” Vegeta didn't answer, “What's your name?”

A little puzzled, but eager to play along, he spoke up, “It's Kakarot,” he watched the prince for any change in expression, “But most people just call me Goku.”

“And why is that?” Vegeta put his hands on his hips in question.

“They call me Goku because my head is apparently in the clouds,” Goku spoke bitterly, blushing though and a bit nervous.

Vegeta smirked softly at his answer, finding it very easy to believe every word the man spoke, “I think I'll just call you Kakarot.”

Goku's face brightened up, and though for a moment he could have sworn this man was his prince, he had forgotten it because of the flattery he'd just been given. Everyone calls him “Goku”, either that or something that says he's nae and young in mind. The taller saiyan found it hard to believe this person had just said such a thing to him.

Vegeta turned, expecting Kakarot to follow him, but remembering his status at the moment, turned back around to tell Kakarot to. However, when he turned to the other, Kakarot was right behind him and smiled when their eyes met. Vegeta rolled his eyes at the playfulness, and grabbed his hand, finding it difficult to keep his hands off of him, to lead him to the dance floor.

Goku himself was struggling with keeping his eyes off this guy. He knew absolutely nothing about him, not even a name, but he seemed to familiar, just the air about him, and he couldn't help but take notice of the little things such as how soft his hands were. He wondered what his hair felt like and how it would look out of that ponytail. “I wonder if he can dance,” Goku pondered, also noting that the boy must not get out much, seeing as how he didn't know who he was.

Vegeta stopped once at a part of the dance floor he liked and turned to face his partner, pulling the younger man closer by his hand, looking him in the eyes the whole time. Goku couldn't have resisted if his whole families lives were at stake, the man before him was enticing him to the point of astonishment.

“Do you dance?” Vegeta asked, waiting for the next song to begin.

“Do you dance?” Goku laughed lightly, hoping he caught the joke. He watched the other roll his eyes once more. Vegeta almost smacked him for such insolence towards his prince, but then remembered who he was at the moment, and played along.

Goku watched as Vegeta then, putting on that famous charm, tilted his head upwards, exposing his graceful neck, and leaned in, wrapping his arms around the others strong back, almost resting his chin on Goku's chest, keeping eye contact the whole time. Vegeta looked up at him, ready to begin, knowing good and well he was a great dancer (he was a royal, he had to be), as the new song started up.

Goku felt the pulse beat through him and leaned in until their noses met, then feeling free enough to explore the small, compact body in front of him. The other was an extraordinary dancer and the way their bodies fit together so perfectly was driving him out of his mind. Goku groped the other's ass, pulling him closer, as he felt his hair being tugged at roughly. Hot breath was scorching both men's faces as they grinded together to the rhythm of the music.

Saiyans everywhere stopped as Goku and that “gorgeous young man” got together and erotically displayed their perfection.

Vegeta had to bite back an un-princely moan as he felt Kakarot's hands all over his body; torso, shoulders, chest, thighs, ass, tail, and everything else the man could reach. Certainly he was very experienced and Vegeta felt himself trying desperately not to dominate the one right in front of him.

Goku moved to nuzzle the man's neck, getting lost in the abundance of an exotic natural scent mixed with sweat and obvious arousal. He began to purr and couldn't stop his affections even after the song had clearly ended. Vegeta was the one that halted their actions, gripping his wrists gently, and moving his hands away.

Once they finished it took a few seconds for everyone to snap out of their trance, including the two who started it, but once they did the whole room erupted in applause and Goku felt as though his whole body was one big, blush. He Noticed Vegeta move to hold his hand and then guide him away from the dance floor and back over to their drinks.

The smaller man hopped up onto a chair at the bar, gulped down his drink and ordered another while Goku just stared, breathing hard and looking over this boy's appearance.

“He's calm,” Goku contemplated, “I wonder how often he does this.” He couldn't help but think he was only temporary excitement, the way the other refused to look at him now.

Goku looked up, away from the man he'd previously been baffled with, and planned on leaving. He wanted to act as though the dance really didn't matter to him, should his previous thoughts come true.

Toyvon was waving his hands wildly to get his friends attention and for a moments Goku's heart sank, thinking he'd be mad, but when he saw Toyvon throw two thumbs-up and Seleice waving and winking beside him, Goku smiled at his friends understanding and enthusiasm.

Vegeta still hadn't looked at him. His mind reeling over the feeling he got with this man. Ideas crossing through his mind; plans being formulated; questions needing to be asked— all of which had no business showing up at such an informal meeting. They did not know each other, and Vegeta was not looking for a mate. Though his Father certainly would be thrilled about this new character.

But what if this young man was Bardock's son? Third-class?! Disgraceful! Unspeakable! Amazing… Vegeta glanced at the young man who was trying desperately not to look at him. “I did hear he was powerful…” Vegeta coughed in an attempt to hide his laugh. He couldn't believe he was actually considering this man. Sure he'd danced with him, but only as a common citizen. He knew nothing of this boy, knew not his power, knew not his story, knew not his past or his future or any of the such.

“I don't even want at damn mate anyways,” Vegeta frowned. “I have too much going on in my life for one, why can't my father see that? He had a mate once; he knows how difficult it is. What would Speedan think? Having yet another thing in his way, taking me from him,” he huffed, putting his head in his hand as he took another drink of water, he tail swaying swiftly to show that he was contemplating something. “I don't want a damn mate. I have too many secrets. Nobody wants to hear about my life. I'll be damned if anything out of our families personal records gets let loose to the public. Has my father gone mad?! A mate? A mate! Why? I can rule the kingdom on my own, I don't need anyone else.”

The prince's finely shaped brows furrowed in disgust and Goku couldn't help but watch as numerous expressions crossed the young man's face. He seemed older when he was like this. Goku watched Vegeta pout and sigh once more, finding himself drawn to the boy's demeanor, confused and fascinated all at once.

Upon realizing he was being watched, Vegeta sat up and pushed all thoughts aside except for one, wondering what to do for the moment. Goku also sat up, feeling as though he was supposed to, and looked at Vegeta with what almost seemed to be concern in his eyes.

“What?” Vegeta asked, glaring at him.

“Nothing!” Goku said defensively, realizing he must have upset him somehow.

“Let's go,” Vegeta hopped off the chair and headed for the door, Goku followed like a lost puppy.

“Maybe I could at least get a phone number or something,” Goku thought, hoping this new acquaintance would go somewhere else if at all possible.

Vegeta kept taking quick glances back at the man following close behind him. He didn't even know where he was going; he just knew he had to get out of that place. He breathed in deeply, feeling the fresh air flowing down into his lungs and lavishing in the feeling of it.

Neither said anything for the longest time, both too involved in deciding what needed to be said and what could wait till later. They strode down the streets silently, waiting for the right moment to break the ice.

“You're a great dancer,” Goku spoke up finally.

“Hn,” Vegeta nodded in his thanks, “You're not bad yourself,” he turned back to him slightly so that he would understand that was his way of complementing someone.

Goku smiled cheekily when he turned back and laughed slightly, “Thanks,” he said.

Vegeta stopped walking and looked up into the sky. It was dark, the dusty and orange colored ground looking like poisoned blood and the sky looking pitch-black, the only natural light coming from the stars and planets around them.

“You're Bardock's son, are you not?” Vegeta gave him a sideways glance.

“Uh, yes,” Goku nodded, “so he does know me.”

Vegeta looked back up at the sky. “Scandal… I don't even care about this fool. It'd just be to make my father happy. Maybe it'll even bring up our ratings. `The prince, a normal Saiyan'. Oh yes, I can see it now. Of course there would always be the statements like `of course the most beautiful of all third class, if any third-class were to win, won over the prince. That's just so typical.' And as though this kid can participate in a tournament. Hell, he doesn't even know who I am. He probably doesn't even want all that publicity,” the prince huffed again, ”Who does? As far as I'm concerned, I'd be doing this popper a temporary favor. Of course, the break-up wouldn't look too good,” Vegeta eyes the topic of his conscience discussions. “What am I saying? I don't know this kid to say this could work and I don't know him to say it won't…” though he ignored it, his gut told him he knew the right answer, but it wasn't listening to his instincts at the moment, he was listening to what was more important, which is his country and what they would do. “What would they do?”

Goku tried to hide the tint of pink in his cheeks, as the man was once again looking him over. What was with this scrutinizing glower? Goku couldn't seem to figure it out, but he didn't mind the attention, obviously something caught this guy's interest.

“How old are you, anyways?” Vegeta suddenly blurted out, causing Goku to jump slightly.

“Eighteen,” He answered, thinking certainly the other wasn't that much older. Hell, he could have been younger.

“Ah, so you are young. Hn, you don't look it, but your eyes say you are,” Vegeta spoke with the wisdom of many years of learning how to read into other people's lives and personalities with just one glance.

Goku blinked, bemused, wondering how a man who looked not two days older, if that, could talk the way that he did. Then a previous thought hit him. “What's your name?”

Vegeta turned fully to him, contemplating whether to tell him the truth or not. In all honesty, Vegeta did like Kakarot, he thought he was interesting and if he could actually have a normal conversation with him, he might serve to be quite intriguing company.

“Do you live around here?” Vegeta changed the subject.

Goku pouted, wanting an answer, but not willing to push for it and answered, “Yeah, not too far,” a bit confused at the reason behind the knowledge, thinking he might have to slow this guy down a bit, though it didn't seem that was reason, but jst in case, he was still more than eager to tell him anything.

“547-1998,” Vegeta said hastily.

“What?” Goku asked, confused.

“5-4-7,” he paused, “1-9-9-8.”

“…”

“Don't forget it, and don't give that number to anyone else,” Vegeta said, a serious look on his face.

Then in registered to Goku and he took quick time in repeating the digits over and over again in his mind.

Vegeta lifted into the sky, having decided to just head to another area completely in order to do his business as the Black Ghost later on, “Call me later on. Tomorrow, would be best,” then he was off.

“But I don't even know your name!” Goku called out into the empty sky where the mysterious young man had just been. “How the hell am I supposed to call someone if I don't know who to ask for on the other end of the phone?” Goku frowned as he tried desperately to think of how that was going to follow through, then just forgot about it and decided to concentrate on more important things like remembering the number. He heard a rumble coming from somewhere nearby, then smiled and held onto his stomach.

“And food.”