New chap. I chose Venus because she's the Goddess of beauty, and the brightest rock in this part of universe. There's something very poetic in it.

Venus – Prayer to the Ancestors

Goku pulled at his hand.

-C'mon, 'Geta. I wanna show you something.-

-What is it, Kakaroth? And leave my hand. Now.-

-It's my kinto nimbus.-

-What?-

-C'mon 'Geta. It flies high, you could see till to horizon. It's beautiful.-

Vegeta scowled, looked down his arm. The hand didn't go anywhere.

Not many people knew that Vegeta could see beauty. He marched on bleeding corpses and stopped in front of a sunset; he barked orders and knew poems. Goku called it fascinating; Bulma called it bipolar.

-But why should I do something like that?-

-Because it's my present. For you.- Then he watched him like he was the most incredible thing in the whole universe, and Vegeta looked bewildered like every time he did it. They both knew he lost.

He mounted on the nimbus painfully slowly and with a look of pure distrust. When Goku guided gently his hands around his waist, he didn't protest.

-Ready to go?-

A grunt. -Let's see, Kakarot.-

Goku smiled. The kinto bursted in the air. He heard a muffled yelp against his neck, Vegeta's arms clutching around him. He laughed. They went up, up, swirling in the skies, blue and gold and white flowing around them, the magic warming and buzzling around like the one of his childhood. Faster, faster, right into the belly of sky.

-Let me go, Kakarot. Let me go this instant.-

-Wait for it, Geta.-

The nimbus slowed, rose above the clouds. Suddenly under them was the whole world. Woods and peaks drenched in red and rivers so bright they shone like burning silver. Goku turned half expecting a scowl and found nothing like that.

Vegeta was smiling; smiling in the hungry way that made him look so young and invincible. He laughed, clinging to Goku's back, letting it rise in the wind.

-It's beautiful, isn't it?- Goku asked.

-Yes. The ancestors are laughing.-

How a out of place thing to say. How Vegeta.

And Goku found himself guiding his gold cloud up, up across the last nimbus, sun and dew licking his skin and Vegeta's laughters humming in his skin, and he lifted a hand to touch the light.

-Yes- he said -the ancestors are laughing.-