Passport to Paradise | By : gokugirl Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3596 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 10
A few more days passed. Vegeta continued to care for
Kakarotto, hoping against hope that he would wake up eventually. Alain no longer
visited every day, but he did visit often to check up on the prince and ask if
he needed anything. On the second day he did this, five days after he'd left the
inn for another, he found Vegeta on his knees beside the bed, his hands clasped
and his eyes closed, his face raised to the heavens. He stopped in the doorway
and started to quietly back away when he heard the prince begin to speak.
"I'm not sure I believe in any of you, but I'm going to take a chance and
ask for a favor anyway. You know what Kakarotto's going through and I want you
to consider seriously the point of causing him so much suffering. First you take
away everyone he's ever known, next you allow him to be sold into slavery where
he was abused and neglected on a constant basis, then you let the barbarians
find him, and now you've got him in a coma that he's unable to wake up from. Do
you honestly think this is fair to Kakarotto?
"I will do anything to have him back as long as it doesn't take me away
from him because that would kill me as surely as his death would. I know it
sounds selfish to place a condition on his recovery, but that's just the way I
am and nothing's going to change that. Anyway, that's all I have to say. Please
save him. He's the only person I've ever loved." Vegeta lowered his head
dejectedly and Alain left him alone.
On the sixteenth day since the breaking of Kakarotto's fever, Vegeta was
drowsing in the early morning twilight when he felt Kakarotto stir. It instantly
brought him awake completely as he hadn't moved since before they'd left the
desert. He held his breath and watched the teen's face carefully for any signs
that he was waking and when none were forthcoming, he settled back down onto the
bed with a disappointed sigh.
"It's alright," he whispered soothingly. "Wake up when you want
to. I'll still be here." He kissed him gently on the lips and settled back
down beside him.
Kakarotto's mouth moved, but no sound came out. As Vegeta's eyes were closed, he
didn't see him trying to speak, but he did feel the movement of his jaw against
his face. He shifted so that he was on his knees and took his lover's nearest
hand while examining his face closely. "Kakarotto, if you can hear me,
squeeze my hand."
It was faint, but he detected movement. Vegeta began to grin and he brought
Kakarotto's hand up to his chest. "You're going to be all right. Alain and
I took you away from the desert about a month ago. You're in a town called Janan
where a really good healer took a look at you and stitched up your injury the
right way. Whoever did it before was an imbecile and I should dismember them for
exposing you to infection like that."
"No," the teen whispered hoarsely. "Don't leave."
"I won't." He settled back down at his side, throwing an arm gently
across his abdomen. "I'm going to stay by your side forever."
And he did stay right there, at least until his bladder's insistence could no
longer be ignored. Kakarotto had fallen into a light doze that he did his best
not to wake him from as he moved off the bed.
When he finished using the chamber pot, Kakarotto's eyes were open and staring
at him. He smiled and just looked at him for a long moment. The teen was pale
and shaky-looking, but he was conscious and that's all that mattered.
"Are you hungry? I've only been able to get broth and water into you."
"I'm starving," he sighed. "Can you do me a favor first,
please?"
"Anything."
"Can you bring the pot over here? I really have to go." And then he
blushed in embarrassment.
Vegeta didn't say a word. He helped him swing his legs over the side of the bed,
steadying him with one hand when a momentary bout of dizziness made him
lightheaded, then retrieved the chamber pot. He raised it up so that Kakarotto
would find it easier to aim, politely averting his eyes when it was obvious that
he was uncomfortable with being looked at while peeing. When he was back in bed
beneath the covers, Vegeta went downstairs to order a breakfast tray for him. It
was still fairly early so the day's morning meal had yet to be prepared, but the
cook sent him back with a few leftover sweet rolls from the day before and a
glass of milk. Kakarotto's eyes lit up at the sight of it, which caused Vegeta
to laugh.
"I know it's been a while since you've eaten solid food, but you weren't
even awake for most of it." He had to make light of the entire thing or he
could easily find himself in a corner trembling as everything that had happened
from the second day of being in Fisher's Cove finally caught up with him.
"Well, my mind might not miss it, but my body sure does." Then he
proceeded to attack the food like a ravenous wild animal, hardly pausing to chew
before he swallowed. Vegeta just watched him with a look of fascination on his
face.
After he moved the tray to a small wooden table beneath the room's only window,
Kakarotto talked Vegeta into cuddling with him. Although the prince had done
almost nothing but hold his lover while he was unconscious, it was incredibly
embarrassing to do it while he was awake. But he evetually relented since his
body was crying out for the contact. It felt infinitely better to hold Kakarotto
when he was able to hold him back.
"The healer instructed me to fetch him when you woke up. It won't take very
long."
"I wish you didn't have to go," he said so quietly that the words
almost held no sound. He folded his hands in his lap and looked down at them as
Vegeta dressed. Without anything to distract him the memories were free to come
again. He didn't want to remember how Fisher's Cove had looked as the fires ate
away at it. He didn't want to remember the ceremony and the way the ritual knife
had felt cutting deep into his body. He didn't want to remember that he had
failed the entire world.
"There was nothing you could do," Vegeta said firmly from the doorway.
Kakarotto looked up and pasted a false smile on his face. "I know," he
lied easily. The prince frowned, but did not try to correct him.
When he left there was nothing else to distract him from his grief. The tears
ran unchecked down his cheeks, made even more poignant by the lack of sound
accompanying them.
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