This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
I stand here alone, watching the downy flakes that tumble from the clouded sky. I can feel the cold from the window as I press the fingertips of one hand against the glass. My breath makes a small patch of condensation on it, and I lightly trace through the area, until it is no more. The ground outside is completely covered in a frozen blanket of white, the tree branches weighed down by ice. The snow is still falling, and I cannot help the stricken look that crosses my face, as my heart lurches at the pain of loss.
"Mmm... boy Vegeta, wasn't that restaurant's food yummy?" the larger one asked. The saiyajin no ouji looked up to him, rolling his eyes.
"Baka... of course it did for you. All you ever think about is food."
"You forgot fighting... and sex," he grinned. Vegeta sighed.
"Your typical saiyajin for you," said the smaller, shaking his head with a small smirk.
"Ahh come one, you know you like it," he returned, giving his counterpart a light tap on the rear. Unfortunatly, it wasn't as "light" as he thought, and he watched in horror as he sent Vegeta head-first into a large snowpile.
"Vegeta!" Goku yelled, rushing forward to help his counterpart. The snow heaved as the older man sat up from the pile, and Goku burst out laughing as he fell to the ground. Vegeta growled, baring his teeth.
"What may I ask is so funny?!" he yelled, grinding his teeth together. Goku managed to sit up, wiping the tears away before they froze. He tried to suppress a grin, but failed miserably.
"Sorry love, but you just look so damn hilarious!" he exclaimed. Vegeta had snow covering most of his hair, stuck to his eyebrows and on his lower lip and chin, making it look like he had busy white eyebrows and a white beard. "Looks like Santa's toned down!"
Vegeta shook his head vigorously, shaking off all remnants of the snow, and grabbed Goku by the collar of his jacket to jerk him inches away from his face. Calmly, but razor sharp with danger, he spoke, eyes dwindled down to mere slits.
"If you ever, EVER do that again Kakarotto, I will beat you in the dirt down to hell." The ouji's eyes where staring daggers, but Goku shrugged it off as he grinned, not like his normal classic grins but one which invoked a certain mystery.
"Vegeta," he said deeply, causing the man in the snow's eyes to widen slightly, "You look so good in white though." And with that, he pressed his lips to Vegeta's, and the slighter man gasped in surprise, granting him access to the sweetness inside.
Goku didn't know how, but soon he was on top of Vegeta in the snow. He was sure that if no one had been around to see them, they would have done it right there in the snow. Luckily, he was able to pull away from his mate, panting slightly. He watched as Vegeta grinned at the passersby, amused at their shocked reactions and the way they shuffled away faster than they came. Goku leaned down, moving his mouth next to Vegeta's ear.
"Let's go."
It was early december, and the day brought forward two saiyajins walking along the sidewalk, talking about nothing of real importance. The taller one was dressed in a heavy red jacket that matched the flush in the normally pale cheeks and nose, a wool blue scarf wrapped around the burly neck, and matching blue mittens around his hands, which were conveniently shoved into the coat's pockets. The smaller of the two was sporting a black jacket, which shone when the sun hit it on the right angle, black gloves and a velure neckwarmer. One smiled at the other and licked his lips.
I smile slightly, the memory bringing back a small, yet comforting warmth. Vegeta was pretty angry then, at first. Let's just say that things got much more... interesting later on. I suddently wish that moment could have lasted forever.
We always want what we cannot have.
Disclaimer: I do not hold any rights concerning the characters of the Dragonball world. The belong to Akira Toriyama and FUNImation respectively. This work was created purely for entertainment purposes only. I also do not hold any rights over the lyrics or title of My December, they belong to Linkin Park and Warner Brothers Records respectively.