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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
1,060
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
chapter 10
He wanted to watch the weather change, but they wouldn’t let him because he was trapped. His mind was blank as his world was crumbling before him. There was nothing he could do, so he watched it start to change… like the weather.
He feels older than he remembers and he heard someone mention something about the number 30. What’s in a number? Value, perhaps he thought. His legs hurt, his brain absently noted, and for once in a long time he wanted to fight someone. Vegeta had just about enough of this sitting around and thinking. He was a Saiyan for Christ’s sakes; his blood called to fight!
The prince frowned as he soon realized that it was just his mind that wanted to fight where his body didn’t want to even move. Somewhere in his head, he felt trapped and anxiety filled him to the brim. He wished for just once he could find peace within the emptiness. Maybe it was some kind of curse for the damned?
Vegeta was frustrated. He just wanted everything to end, but did that mean he wanted to die? He didn’t know! He was tired of having his mind scream at him, confusing him even more. He felt so lost, like he took a wrong turn on the road he was on. All the questions to bull shiting answers, he just didn’t want it anymore.
He scowled as he sat by the big black entrance gates to the asylum, while the grey skies cried on him. Wasn’t Kakarot supposed to help him? The man kept saying something about him not remembering… something… or was it a whole bigger picture he forgot about? His life has been flipped backwards and this idiot told him he forgot some things?! Vegeta growled, getting up from his spot and followed the path that led to the D ward.
It happened about 3 months ago that he was transferred to the “Disturbed” ward, and he stopped and realized that that was when he last saw Raditz. Three months ago… his eyes frantically grew wider at each passing thought that flew through his brain. Exactly how long has he been here? Sprinting up to the entrance doors, he swung them open and searched for his psychiatrist.
“Dr. Moran!!” He screamed.
The nurses at the main desk looked up to witness their most interesting patient looking for his doctor. However, one nurse narrowed her eyes and got up from her desk.
“That’s quite enough, Vegeta.” She said with a stern voice.
Vegeta’s head turned to the voice and he glared at her.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” The nurse asked.
“Woman! I need to see the moron that is my doctor. Hurry, hurry!!” Vegeta rushed her.
“Vegeta, you need to calm down.” She said emotionless.
“YOU need to hurry up and get him here!” Vegeta snarled.
Unbeknownst to the two arguing, a patient stuck her head out of her dorm and crawled out along side of the wall, careful not to stray too far from her clutch that was the white grey walls. She watched with brown eyes, observing the two, but Vegeta in particular. She brushed her thin stringy greasy hair with the back of her hand and bit her lip.
“Looooolliiiiiiirrrooooooooot…” She whispered. Tucking her legs into her chest, and chewing on her lip some more she said, “LooooolliiiiiiroT.” Just above a whisper this time.
“You don’t understand, woman! I need answers that HE can give me!” Vegeta shouted.
“I’m sorry, Vegeta, but Dr. Moran is with a patient. You are just going to have to wait your turn.” The nurse said in a hard uncaring voice.
Vegeta felt like he was going to scream. Why didn’t anyone understand!?
“LooooolliiiiROT.” The girl said again, a little louder. Her head compulsively twitched, and her pale arms rose up to hold it.
“Vegeta, you’re just going to have to schedule an appointment with the doctor.” The nurse informed.
Vegeta’s head snapped to the side at the girl that kept saying a word that sounded so eerily familiar. He stepped towards her, ignoring the nurse.
“LoollliiiiROOOOOTTTTT,” she twitched.
Vegeta came closer, staring at her like he had found some dead thing that was so interesting to look at. His heart skipped a beat as he head echoed the word, and his head pounded as he took each step.
“What did you say?” he asked, not wanting to believe he heard such a thing.
The girl acted as if she didn’t hear him, but repeated what she said, “Lolliroooot.”
Vegeta stopped and looked down at her, “How do you know of that word?”
And then she screamed.
He feels older than he remembers and he heard someone mention something about the number 30. What’s in a number? Value, perhaps he thought. His legs hurt, his brain absently noted, and for once in a long time he wanted to fight someone. Vegeta had just about enough of this sitting around and thinking. He was a Saiyan for Christ’s sakes; his blood called to fight!
The prince frowned as he soon realized that it was just his mind that wanted to fight where his body didn’t want to even move. Somewhere in his head, he felt trapped and anxiety filled him to the brim. He wished for just once he could find peace within the emptiness. Maybe it was some kind of curse for the damned?
Vegeta was frustrated. He just wanted everything to end, but did that mean he wanted to die? He didn’t know! He was tired of having his mind scream at him, confusing him even more. He felt so lost, like he took a wrong turn on the road he was on. All the questions to bull shiting answers, he just didn’t want it anymore.
He scowled as he sat by the big black entrance gates to the asylum, while the grey skies cried on him. Wasn’t Kakarot supposed to help him? The man kept saying something about him not remembering… something… or was it a whole bigger picture he forgot about? His life has been flipped backwards and this idiot told him he forgot some things?! Vegeta growled, getting up from his spot and followed the path that led to the D ward.
It happened about 3 months ago that he was transferred to the “Disturbed” ward, and he stopped and realized that that was when he last saw Raditz. Three months ago… his eyes frantically grew wider at each passing thought that flew through his brain. Exactly how long has he been here? Sprinting up to the entrance doors, he swung them open and searched for his psychiatrist.
“Dr. Moran!!” He screamed.
The nurses at the main desk looked up to witness their most interesting patient looking for his doctor. However, one nurse narrowed her eyes and got up from her desk.
“That’s quite enough, Vegeta.” She said with a stern voice.
Vegeta’s head turned to the voice and he glared at her.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” The nurse asked.
“Woman! I need to see the moron that is my doctor. Hurry, hurry!!” Vegeta rushed her.
“Vegeta, you need to calm down.” She said emotionless.
“YOU need to hurry up and get him here!” Vegeta snarled.
Unbeknownst to the two arguing, a patient stuck her head out of her dorm and crawled out along side of the wall, careful not to stray too far from her clutch that was the white grey walls. She watched with brown eyes, observing the two, but Vegeta in particular. She brushed her thin stringy greasy hair with the back of her hand and bit her lip.
“Looooolliiiiiiirrrooooooooot…” She whispered. Tucking her legs into her chest, and chewing on her lip some more she said, “LooooolliiiiiiroT.” Just above a whisper this time.
“You don’t understand, woman! I need answers that HE can give me!” Vegeta shouted.
“I’m sorry, Vegeta, but Dr. Moran is with a patient. You are just going to have to wait your turn.” The nurse said in a hard uncaring voice.
Vegeta felt like he was going to scream. Why didn’t anyone understand!?
“LooooolliiiiROT.” The girl said again, a little louder. Her head compulsively twitched, and her pale arms rose up to hold it.
“Vegeta, you’re just going to have to schedule an appointment with the doctor.” The nurse informed.
Vegeta’s head snapped to the side at the girl that kept saying a word that sounded so eerily familiar. He stepped towards her, ignoring the nurse.
“LoollliiiiROOOOOTTTTT,” she twitched.
Vegeta came closer, staring at her like he had found some dead thing that was so interesting to look at. His heart skipped a beat as he head echoed the word, and his head pounded as he took each step.
“What did you say?” he asked, not wanting to believe he heard such a thing.
The girl acted as if she didn’t hear him, but repeated what she said, “Lolliroooot.”
Vegeta stopped and looked down at her, “How do you know of that word?”
And then she screamed.