In My Darkest Hour
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,426
Reviews:
6
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..
In My Darkest Hour
Enjoy everyone. This should be updated almost everyday until its done. ...and most likely will if my beta gets her way XD.
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Stopping in mid-stride, he clamped a hand over his mouth and rushed to the bathroom for what felt like the fiftieth time that day. This was getting ridiculous. He hadn’t eaten in three days and yet he was still emptying his insides to the porcelain throne.
Vegeta wiped his hand across his mouth and then grabbed the mouthwash to rid his breath of the foul odor of vomit. Growling, he stomped out of the room, the scene before him swaying dangerously, making him grab onto the wall for support. No matter how much willpower it took, he wasn’t going to let his body collapse like some weak human. He still had to train today!
Mustering up all his strength, he pushed off from the wall and made his way back down the stairs. He was going to train, damn it! No silly sickness was going to stop him, nothing; not even the annoying woman that was trying to plan a party for him, the remembrance eliciting a groan from deep within the ill prince’s throat. It was just one sleep away and Kakarot and his friends were going to be there for the whole day pestering him.
Hearing the excited chatter of women in the kitchen, the prince decided that he didn’t want to nor cared to know how the planning was going, so he made a small detour through the living room to go to his gravity chamber, not bothering with getting water from the fridge as he usually did before commencing his rigorous training sessions. He was already in a sour mood; the last thing he needed was those women poking at him. With that, he decided he would come out for dinner only.
Once entering the chamber, Vegeta set his towel aside and shifted the gravity to something heavier, but not by much; only fifty times the Earth’s normal gravity. If he had learned anything from that clown, it was how to pace himself when feeling under the weather in any way. Come to think of it, he learned a lot from Kakarot, much to his pride’s dismay.
Minutes passed and much to the dislike of the Saiyajin prince, he had yet to start training. He was being too absorbed in thinking about Kakarot.
“Damn it, Kakarot! When did you become the center of my attention?!” he screamed once, he no longer cared about pacing himself. He would show that third class. He would show himself he didn’t like the other male. He was not trying to prove himself worthy. He was the goddamned prince!
Not eating and being ‘sick’ took its toll on Vegeta. He soon found himself on the ground gasping for air, sweat pouring off his person. Cursing himself and Kakarot, he shut his eyes to rest for a few minutes. Needless to say, Vegeta drifted into a not so restful sleep.
He awoke hours later to a low voice. It was a voice he hadn’t heard since Namek.
“Hello, little Prince. Do you feel sick?”
Groaning and sitting up, he was trying to ignore the annoying, raspy voice, though it wasn’t working out too well.
“Heh, I bet you’re puking your guts out and losing your power.”
Growling at virtually nothing, Vegeta shouted back, “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT, FRIEZA?!”
The sickening laugh of the purple lizard was heard.
“To tell you what’s wrong. My dear little prince, I wouldn’t want you going about your daily activities without knowing. That would be rude.”
Pausing for dramatic effect, he then continued.
“You are dying, you filthy monkey. Do you remember all those years ago, you slaughtered a planet of wizards? You were what..twelve at the time? Oh, yes, I do remember that time. You were so cocky and willing to destroy everything. Little did you know that the very same people you annihilated put a curse on you before they perished.”
With that said, the voice in Vegeta’s head faded.
Vegeta was struck with horror and disbelief. He couldn’t let himself believe that Frieza had not only talked to him from the depths of Hell, but was also telling him that he was cursed. Sick of this game and the dead lizard, he got up and checked the time, cursing himself for being weak and resting for so long.
“Whatever, Frieza, wherever you are.”
Walking out of the chamber and making his way to the kitchen, he decided to force himself to eat.
Smelling the food as he neared the desired place, he almost immediately started feeling sick again and hurriedly slipped into an open chair, claiming it as his. Feeling both his son and Bulma looking at him, he growled. He had to pretend everything was fine, but would they see through it?
Vegeta sat up straighter and barked an order to Trunks so that the demi would not slouch. The food was served. It looked delicious and so good he could have eaten it all with his eyes if it was possible. Yet when the food was handed to him, the Prince paled and rushed once more to the bathroom. By the looks of things, he was not eating today either.
After being in the bathroom for a few minutes, vomiting and dry heaving, he brushed his teeth and took a shower. Tomorrow was going to be Hell. He just knew it. Once dry and dressed, he exited the room and headed to his own, lying down after closing the door behind him. Reaching his hand over to grab a spare pillow, Vegeta did something very unlike him. He hugged the pillow as a child would after they had a nightmare and went to sleep.
something very unlike him. He hugged the pillow as a child would after they had a nightmare and went to sleep.
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on too the next chappie! woot woot!
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Stopping in mid-stride, he clamped a hand over his mouth and rushed to the bathroom for what felt like the fiftieth time that day. This was getting ridiculous. He hadn’t eaten in three days and yet he was still emptying his insides to the porcelain throne.
Vegeta wiped his hand across his mouth and then grabbed the mouthwash to rid his breath of the foul odor of vomit. Growling, he stomped out of the room, the scene before him swaying dangerously, making him grab onto the wall for support. No matter how much willpower it took, he wasn’t going to let his body collapse like some weak human. He still had to train today!
Mustering up all his strength, he pushed off from the wall and made his way back down the stairs. He was going to train, damn it! No silly sickness was going to stop him, nothing; not even the annoying woman that was trying to plan a party for him, the remembrance eliciting a groan from deep within the ill prince’s throat. It was just one sleep away and Kakarot and his friends were going to be there for the whole day pestering him.
Hearing the excited chatter of women in the kitchen, the prince decided that he didn’t want to nor cared to know how the planning was going, so he made a small detour through the living room to go to his gravity chamber, not bothering with getting water from the fridge as he usually did before commencing his rigorous training sessions. He was already in a sour mood; the last thing he needed was those women poking at him. With that, he decided he would come out for dinner only.
Once entering the chamber, Vegeta set his towel aside and shifted the gravity to something heavier, but not by much; only fifty times the Earth’s normal gravity. If he had learned anything from that clown, it was how to pace himself when feeling under the weather in any way. Come to think of it, he learned a lot from Kakarot, much to his pride’s dismay.
Minutes passed and much to the dislike of the Saiyajin prince, he had yet to start training. He was being too absorbed in thinking about Kakarot.
“Damn it, Kakarot! When did you become the center of my attention?!” he screamed once, he no longer cared about pacing himself. He would show that third class. He would show himself he didn’t like the other male. He was not trying to prove himself worthy. He was the goddamned prince!
Not eating and being ‘sick’ took its toll on Vegeta. He soon found himself on the ground gasping for air, sweat pouring off his person. Cursing himself and Kakarot, he shut his eyes to rest for a few minutes. Needless to say, Vegeta drifted into a not so restful sleep.
He awoke hours later to a low voice. It was a voice he hadn’t heard since Namek.
“Hello, little Prince. Do you feel sick?”
Groaning and sitting up, he was trying to ignore the annoying, raspy voice, though it wasn’t working out too well.
“Heh, I bet you’re puking your guts out and losing your power.”
Growling at virtually nothing, Vegeta shouted back, “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT, FRIEZA?!”
The sickening laugh of the purple lizard was heard.
“To tell you what’s wrong. My dear little prince, I wouldn’t want you going about your daily activities without knowing. That would be rude.”
Pausing for dramatic effect, he then continued.
“You are dying, you filthy monkey. Do you remember all those years ago, you slaughtered a planet of wizards? You were what..twelve at the time? Oh, yes, I do remember that time. You were so cocky and willing to destroy everything. Little did you know that the very same people you annihilated put a curse on you before they perished.”
With that said, the voice in Vegeta’s head faded.
Vegeta was struck with horror and disbelief. He couldn’t let himself believe that Frieza had not only talked to him from the depths of Hell, but was also telling him that he was cursed. Sick of this game and the dead lizard, he got up and checked the time, cursing himself for being weak and resting for so long.
“Whatever, Frieza, wherever you are.”
Walking out of the chamber and making his way to the kitchen, he decided to force himself to eat.
Smelling the food as he neared the desired place, he almost immediately started feeling sick again and hurriedly slipped into an open chair, claiming it as his. Feeling both his son and Bulma looking at him, he growled. He had to pretend everything was fine, but would they see through it?
Vegeta sat up straighter and barked an order to Trunks so that the demi would not slouch. The food was served. It looked delicious and so good he could have eaten it all with his eyes if it was possible. Yet when the food was handed to him, the Prince paled and rushed once more to the bathroom. By the looks of things, he was not eating today either.
After being in the bathroom for a few minutes, vomiting and dry heaving, he brushed his teeth and took a shower. Tomorrow was going to be Hell. He just knew it. Once dry and dressed, he exited the room and headed to his own, lying down after closing the door behind him. Reaching his hand over to grab a spare pillow, Vegeta did something very unlike him. He hugged the pillow as a child would after they had a nightmare and went to sleep.
something very unlike him. He hugged the pillow as a child would after they had a nightmare and went to sleep.
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on too the next chappie! woot woot!