Hello everybody! Welcome to my first Dbz story in English. Those guys are a sort of long-term crush that sometimes just pops up again, out of the blue, and makes me study and write again to homage my dearest Prince. Some basic info: this is a series of drabbles, flash-fics and one shots based on the giant "what if" of a love story between Goku and Vegeta: it has no chronological order nor a single mood, so you will find funny stories, angst ones, harsh ones, mushy snapshots and everything between. Every chapter will be called after a star or a celestial body that I somehow find fitting. It's mainly an excuse to sum up all my drifting pieces; but it's also true that I can't write about my Prince without stars and moons and cold space lights.

I hope you will enjoy my work. Now, let's begin.

Moon – It Is a Beginning

Their first night together wasn't perfect or dazzling or vaguely spectacular. They had been too confused and too excited; fumbling in rain-soaked clothes, discovering a body they already knew so well it wasn't a real discovery. Goku didn't know how to call it: he wasn't even sure it had been good. But it had been a beginning, and it could be worse.

He had tried to fool himself for three days. To think that yes, kissing Chi Chi never felt that way, and yes, remembering it was enough to twineand melt his stomach at the same time, but it had been just a beautiful, strange moment in the beautiful, strange thing he always had with Vegeta. Goku lived on moments like they were candies; if there is plenty of them then fantastic, but you could be happy enough with the sugar scraps. Only that this time, it wasn't working. And at the pit of everything stayed the same damn question.

What if there would be no more chances? What if tomorrow we would fight and he dies and this night, this night would be the last I can talk with him?

So he found himself at the Capsule Corp, smiling and having no idea what to do. Let the world flow, it's wise, let it be a beginning, it's not the first time you run right across a wall.

And when Vegeta barked to follow him upstairs and crashed him against the guest room's drawer Goku answered eagerly, feeling like for another day the world would keep spinning.

Still, it definitively wasn't perfect or dazzling and not remotely spectacular.

Vegeta didn't make love; he didn't even have sex. He accomplished a task, acting with a surly precision that dragged you with it and didn't reveal anything. Undohis pants, don't take off anything else, don't let him touch you, it's unnecessary. He knew what to do way more than Goku and his stumbling hands, but he did it like it was something to get rid of in the fastest, cleanest way, long enough to satisfy your groin, not enough to remember to have been naked in front of another being. It wasn't even the kind of love you have in war; if not a war where you fuck the enemy and you better keep ready to flee or whack him.

It was rough, it was so foreign. It was the loneliest thing Goku had ever seen.

So a malincuore he stopped the magre fingers roaming around his belt, held them tight.

-Vegeta, stop.-

-What?-

The tone was so icy it caught him by surprise. As so many times with him, every discorso crumbled and left only the simplest thing.

-Slow down.-

-Why?-

-Because.- He hesitated, sighing in the prince's hair. Gods, saying it seemed so dumb. -Because you should enjoy it.-

-Ah! You're ridiculous, Kakarot.-

-Maybe, but not for that. This, this thing is good. It's beautiful.-

-It's very stupid, Kakarot.- His eyes didn't leave him.

It's stupid and sentimental and a dumb jump in the dark. Don't you dare to retreat.

-Now move and let's do it.-

-No.-

-Kakarot-

-For Gods' sake, Vegeta, can't you just wait and see?- He didn't talk about trust.

Wait and see, that this could be the biggest mistakes of our life and I don't regret anything. Wait and see that I'm so happy to be here, and this moment could be beautiful.

The other considered him for a long moment: calculating. Pondering things. Not saying anything.

Vegeta's no were unmistakable, but his yes lay in the silence.

So Goku raised his hands, brushed his shoulders, asking for permission. Slowly going down, slipping under the shirt. Smiling a message through the galaxies and half of the universe and senseless/ crazy distances

Slow down. Let go. There is nothing to lose.

The body against his stiffened; he could felt the power affiorare, swirling just under the flesh. But Vegeta didn't scostarsi.

Goku's fingers rose along his back, pressing gently; firm, hot muscles shifted and arched against his touch. The shirt dropped somehow on the ground. Goku leaned in, percorrere the high cheekbone, the light dent of an fight over the left eye. Looking at him. This man that nearly ripped out his heart, and bled to death in his arms. That laughed at his pleas, and was the first to see his triumph. This strange, terrible man that knew and ignored so many things.

And suddenly Goku felt like laughing.

It is a beginning. It could be worse.

He would show him. He would show him how to properly get undressed, how to follow the rhythm, how wonderful/handsome he was in that light. He would show him that there was nothing to be on the alert and this, at least this, didn't have to be a fight. He would show him everything, and it would be amazing.

The sun was setting far, behind the city. The room was drenched in blue and indigo and grey. The moon near enough to see every crater.

-What are you smiling at, Kakarot?-

-At you, Vegeta.-