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[ Kuroichi on Goku. Kukaan muu kuin Vegeta ei tunnista Gokun olevan Goku... >> ]

The two lay quietly, with Kuroichi burrowed under Vegeta’s chin, curled against him. Gradually, Kuroichi relaxed. Vegeta grunted a little, rearranging himself more comfortably as the taller man unwound from the ball he’d managed to get himself into. “’Geta?”

“Now what?”

“I want to go home.”

“Goku…” Vegeta whispered.

“I want to go home, ‘Geta, I want to go home… but I’m dead. I can’t go home, can I?”

Vegeta felt the warm wetness of fresh tears against his throat. “I can take you home.”

“Will everyone love me? Will they know me? You know they won’t. You know they think I died. I sent Chi-Chi her ring back. I killed myself. Kuroichi… take him home with you ‘Geta. But don’t forget me. Let me stay beautiful. Let me die innocent.”

Vegeta barely understood the last breathy whisper. He pulled the young Saiyan closer. “I will.”