Saiyan Jabs

Author: Edward Tudor

Rating: K+ to M

Warnings: Yaoi, homosexuality, m-preg, AU, crossdressing, etc, etc; you HAVE been warned

Summary: Quick one-shot stories randomly written prompted by one word. Goku/Vegeta only (seme/uke)

Designer

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He sat on the pure white coach in his chic house; waiting patiently as he sipped his wine. The painting's Chichi had bought at the last exhibition at Soho hung neatly on the walls; their abstract and vivid colours standing out in stark contrast to the pristine white walls. As one of the top ranking designers in the world, this was his right. This was his haven. This was his home.

And Goku hated everything about it. He hated the weirdly-shaped, yet strangely expensive, furniture and he hated that he couldn't actually utilize them. He hated that the only place in the entire house that he liked was his own private room where he created grand designs for the latest fashion frenzy. He hated that his wife had pushed him into the spotlight of 'brand name designer', he hated that she had sent their son away to a 'proper' boarding school somewhere in England and he hated, hated her, too!

Life at the top was not as grand as everyone made it out to be. Really, the only reason why anyone ever said it was so nice was because it came second hand from those enjoying the fruits of such labor. Chichi was such a person; out rubbing elbows with the rich snobs who had more dollars than sense whilst her supposed husband was at home, busy at work.

He sighed; wondering when things changed.

"Goku?" a husky voice called from the top of the stark stairs. "Are you okay?"

Goku lifted his head and smiled happily at his lover of two years. Even though he was feeling down, Vegeta managed to lift his spirits just with the sight of him. The slight man looked positively ravenous in a terry-cloth towel dressing down, even if Goku had seen him in better clothes. They had met more than two years ago at a fashion shoot in Milan. Vegeta, a model, was one of the top candidates chosen to model the androgeous spring wear for that season's fashion shoot. They had made an instant connection and, before Goku knew it, he was having an affair with one of Vogue's top ten models.

But Goku, strangely enough, hadn't been worried or felt guilty in the slightest. Perhaps it was because he already knew the relationship he once had with Chichi was virtually non-existant. Whatever the reason, he held onto Vegeta and Vegeta held onto him.

"Nothing, my love," he said, eyes following his lover as he gracefully sauntered down the stairs and in front of him. "I was just thinking of how lovely you are. And how patient you've been through all this." Vegeta gave a wry smile.

"I wouldn't have been if I didn't love you," he reminded the man as he straddled his lap. Goku put down his glass of wine on the glass coffee table (coasters be damned!) and gently held him by his hips. He could feel Vegeta's slender fingers fiddling with the collar of his white shirt and his skin prickled underneath. "Are…are you sure this is what you really want?"

"I'm sure," he nodded. "Why? Are you having second thoughts?" Vegeta scowled.

"No! I'm just…" his cheeks turned bright red as he huffed and turned his head to the side. "I just don't want to be your way out. That's all."

Goku knew some part of him was appalled that Vegeta thought that, but he understood what he was getting at. In this sort of life, people use each other like napkins and toss them away once they've served their function. Vegeta knew he loved him, but he knew the model had seen too much to just believe from word of mouth. In that way, Goku wasn't worried. He loved Vegeta for all he was and was going to spend the rest of his life with him as proof.

"I don't think many men would use you to drop out of their current limelight," he reasoned as he turned his head back to look him in the eye. "And I don't think someone using you would go as far as to get their son's approval."

"The boy is ten years old," he said, somewhat feebly thanks to hand gently fingering patterns on his exposed thighs. "H-he…he doesn't understand it all."

"Maybe not all, but he does know that his mother and father aren't happy anymore and he does like you." He pointed out.

Like was a bit of an understatement. Gohan loved Vegeta. Vegeta had always made time for him when his mother didn't. And whenever Gohan had a problem, Vegeta was the one to solve it. Goku didn't want either them to know, but he tended to eavesdrop on their conversations whenever Gohan called from England. He no longer asked to speak to Chichi anymore, either. Vegeta had taken her spot and Gohan had readily accepted that.

"I suppose," he conceded, still fiddling with his designer shirt. "But…are you serious about divorcing your wife?"

"Very."

"I don't understand why. It's not because of me, is it?"

"No, my love," he said, pulling him closer. "Well, it's partially because of you…"

"Partially!" he shrieked. Goku chuckled, knowing full and well Vegeta's mind was going into over-drive and blaming himself as a home wrecker already.

"Yes, and I say partially because you're the reason I needed to break away from her." Vegeta eyed him suspiciously. "Ever since I became famous, I could feel us drifting apart. Chichi allowed fame and fortune to blind her and I've wanted divorce for a long time. But I never pursued it because…well…I guess I was scared. I didn't have anything else except Gohan and my work, and once Gohan was sent to boarding school, all I had left was my work.

"Then…you came along. Looking so sassy in your Prada and Gucci, and not giving a damn about the social etiquette of being high class. You were a breath of fresh air. You had fame and fortune and you didn't give a damn about all that. Remember? Remember when that one guy at the after party in Paris tried hitting on you?"

"Urgh! Don't remind me," he scowled. "He had nothing going for him! Every single one of his riches and social standing were because of his 'daddy'."

"Yeah, and you told him as much," he said. "You have your head screwed on right and your feet firmly on the ground. You were amazing then and you're amazing now. I love my work, but I love you more and I will give it all up to be with you."

Vegeta blushed a deeper red as he pecked the bridge of his nose affectionately.

"B-but what if things go bad for us later?" he worried. "What if you decide this won't work out?"

"As long as you are you, I'll always love you," he said, hugging him close. Vegeta tensed a bit before finally relaxing in his hold and hugged him back.

Goku hummed in pleasure as the smaller man slumped his full weight on him. He loved Vegeta with all his heart because Vegeta just wanted to live life and not live the high life. As he had drunkenly slurred to him a few months after they had started dating, he wanted real love, a real family and happiness and damn anyone who thought money made happiness! Goku knew then that this was the one person he had been waiting for all his life. This man who loved him as Goku and not Son Goku, creator and fashion designer for Son Wear.

He glanced over at the papers sitting on a marble table propped against the wall. Tonight was the night and nothing was going to stop him. Chichi could have it all; the money, the house, the stock invested in the company; everything! But she wouldn't have him, anymore.

He belonged to Vegeta.

AN: going to vomit in the corner for this really crappy drabble.