Gaz san: Okey dokey, this is just a little thing I've been wanting to do for a while, and I finally got around to it the other day!
Each chapter will be short and mostly angsty.

Also, while each chapter will be the season following the previous one, the year may change, but I'll tell you that at the beginning of each chapter.

Finally, Trunks doesn't exist in this story. He's a good kid, but his presence would imply Vegeta and Bulma slept together, which they didn't.

Disclaimer: A girl can dream...

Winter.

The soft, white snow fell to the ground in small clumps, looking a lot like the marshmallows in Vegeta's hot chocolate that sat on the coffee table behind him.

With a small sigh, he pulled the blanket around him tighter and turned his attention to the roaring fire he sat in front of. Smooth melodies drifted in the background from the radio in the kitchen, keeping the mood sombre, but relaxed.

Leaning forward, Vegeta chucked a small log into the blaze to keep it going and continued to watch the embers dance, while also keeping an ear out for Goku's return.

The larger Saiyan was going through a pretty messy break-up with his ex-wife and was currently trying to settle the whole thing 'calmly' with the custody of their children, the child-support and splitting all their things between them, and also having to listen to the harpy's bitching about exactly why they are splitting and constant comparisons to her new boyfriend, Dave.

Goku had returned home over the past month either ready to tear heads off and let them roll, in a deeply depressed state, or some scary mix of the two. It had strained their relationship more than once, but Vegeta felt that they'll grow closer when the whole thing was behind them. This was the price they would pay to finally be free from the ties of the Earth marriage.

The sound of crunching snow reached his ears, along with the front door opening and shutting with a 'click'. The newcomer took their time shrugging off their coat and toeing off their boots before slowly heading to the living room where Vegeta currently sat.

Goku soon appeared in the doorway and their eyes met and trapped each other. The background music changed it's song, and that was enough to break the spell over them.

With a small smile, Vegeta held open one end of the blanket in invitation, and the taller man let his shoulders slump wearily and excepted the offer, resting his head on his lover's shoulder and closing his eyes.

The prince watched him for a moment, before returning his gaze to the fire. He didn't press for any information, he knew that Goku would tell him in time, and until then, he would be a supportive shoulder to lean on.

"She," the tall man stopped, trying to find the right words, "she said that she would make this all stop if I did some things for her."

Vegeta still said nothing, but he leaned his head on top of his lover's, waiting for him to continue.

"She said that she would settle this all quietly, even let me see the boys every two weeks or so, if I paid her half of my winnings in any tournament I enter, if i admit that Dave is better then me in every way, and if I break up with you."

The prince tensed a little, he knew that Goku wouldn't do that to him, never; but his tone of voice as he said it...

"Gods Vegeta," he suddenly sobbed, "I was so tempted, so fucking tempted. This whole thing is just one big mess, I just want it to end, and after that fight we had last night, I didn't think you would be here when I got home."

"Kakarot?" His voice shook slightly, but he wasn't sure why, he believed in the taller man, he was all he had after his own divorce.

"... I'm sorry Vegeta..." With a delicate kiss on his cheek, Goku was gone, his coat pulled on and snow shifting under his weight before flying off into the cold.

Suddenly, the fire didn't seem like enough to dispel the creeping chill.