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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
13
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1,059
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8
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chapter 9
Vegeta\'s past was shrouded in mysteries, as his memories were muddled and blurred. He couldn\'t think or even remember what had happened to place him in the position he is in now. Sighing, he glanced at the little pink capsule pill that he held in the palm of his hand. Pausing again, he looked at his night stand by his bed that had a little draw in it.
Three months have passed now, and he hasn’t seen his friend lately. Maybe there really was something wrong with him. Ever since he was put on this medication, he felt numb and even emptier than he already did before. Vegeta was a little upset at the fact that his friend wouldn’t come and see him anymore, and he got the impression that Raditz didn’t WANT to.
So, he stopped taking his medication. These pills they prescribed him made it hard for him to think clearly, and it was bad enough as it was, really. He just… well, he didn’t know what he wanted to do, besides see Raditz again.
Placing the tiny pill in the back of the night stand draw, way in the back with the others he had placed there, he gulped down the cup of water and left for the lobby center. Vegeta passed by the various patients that he rather would not associate with for fear of becoming ‘batty’. Well, those were just stories he had heard, anyway. He didn’t know if they were true, but he didn’t want to find out, personally.
Walking out to the lobby of the “Disturbed” ward, he was greeted by a new nurse that he’d never seen before. The woman had short curly hair and wore a warm smile; blue eyes soft that seemed she could accept anything.
“Good afternoon, Vegeta.” She said softly.
“Hello.” He was inclined to at least say something. He smiled just a little at her kindness.
“You have a visitor today.”
Vegeta raised an eyebrow and snorted. It was most likely Kakarot, he mused. For some strange unknown reason, that man kept coming to see him on visiting hours. Shrugging, he thanked the lady and headed out towards the visiting center.
Glancing around the nearly empty room, he spotted the spiky-haired man sitting in one of the plush black chairs, reading a magazine. Vegeta sighed and decided that he should just get this over with as fast as he can.
“Kakarot?”
The man lifted his attention away from what he was doing, and turned his head to Vegeta.
“Hello, Vegeta. How are you doing today?” He asked with a cheery smile.
Vegeta didn’t answer his question, but with one of his own as he sat down next to the other Saiyan.
“Why am I here, Kakarot?” The prince asked blatantly.
Kakarot raised an eyebrow, surprised at the question. He didn’t answer at first, not wanting to upset the other man. Thinking for a minute or two, he thought he could answer that question right.
“You’re here to get help, Vegeta.” He said simply.
The younger Saiyan watched the brunette carefully as his brows furrowed to think about the reply.
“I don’t need help with my arithmetic, Kakarot.” Vegeta scowled.
Kakarot blinked, “No. Of course you don’t.” He said softly, smiling a little.
Three months have passed now, and he hasn’t seen his friend lately. Maybe there really was something wrong with him. Ever since he was put on this medication, he felt numb and even emptier than he already did before. Vegeta was a little upset at the fact that his friend wouldn’t come and see him anymore, and he got the impression that Raditz didn’t WANT to.
So, he stopped taking his medication. These pills they prescribed him made it hard for him to think clearly, and it was bad enough as it was, really. He just… well, he didn’t know what he wanted to do, besides see Raditz again.
Placing the tiny pill in the back of the night stand draw, way in the back with the others he had placed there, he gulped down the cup of water and left for the lobby center. Vegeta passed by the various patients that he rather would not associate with for fear of becoming ‘batty’. Well, those were just stories he had heard, anyway. He didn’t know if they were true, but he didn’t want to find out, personally.
Walking out to the lobby of the “Disturbed” ward, he was greeted by a new nurse that he’d never seen before. The woman had short curly hair and wore a warm smile; blue eyes soft that seemed she could accept anything.
“Good afternoon, Vegeta.” She said softly.
“Hello.” He was inclined to at least say something. He smiled just a little at her kindness.
“You have a visitor today.”
Vegeta raised an eyebrow and snorted. It was most likely Kakarot, he mused. For some strange unknown reason, that man kept coming to see him on visiting hours. Shrugging, he thanked the lady and headed out towards the visiting center.
Glancing around the nearly empty room, he spotted the spiky-haired man sitting in one of the plush black chairs, reading a magazine. Vegeta sighed and decided that he should just get this over with as fast as he can.
“Kakarot?”
The man lifted his attention away from what he was doing, and turned his head to Vegeta.
“Hello, Vegeta. How are you doing today?” He asked with a cheery smile.
Vegeta didn’t answer his question, but with one of his own as he sat down next to the other Saiyan.
“Why am I here, Kakarot?” The prince asked blatantly.
Kakarot raised an eyebrow, surprised at the question. He didn’t answer at first, not wanting to upset the other man. Thinking for a minute or two, he thought he could answer that question right.
“You’re here to get help, Vegeta.” He said simply.
The younger Saiyan watched the brunette carefully as his brows furrowed to think about the reply.
“I don’t need help with my arithmetic, Kakarot.” Vegeta scowled.
Kakarot blinked, “No. Of course you don’t.” He said softly, smiling a little.