Poisoned Hearts
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
2,297
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
0
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11.b
11.b Meanwhile…
Vegeta and Mirai’s attacks crashed, punches matching punches, kicks matching kicks as they fought, going slow. They spoke more than they threw punches and kicks. This was the closest thing to bonding either of them would probably ever have. Vegeta didn’t care that Mirai was gay, or that it was with “Kakorot’s brat.” He cared more for Mirai’s happiness. And both knew, that if this talk ever became public information, Mirai would get hurt, and how.
“Ngh! So…That’s the just of it…”
“Ow!” They paused as Mirai popped his wrist. “So…that’s the Saiyan’s marriage ritual?”
“It’s not called marriage, but you become partners for life. It would be better if you still had your tails, but we can improvise.”
“Won’t the bite hurt him?”
“No more than a punch will, and it’s part of the ritual, Sharing love, sharing pain, long drawn-out, and that’s only part of everything! I was too young to hear the rest. But I learned what I could.”
“No one’s blaming you for the loss of our people Father.”
“Did I say they were?” Vegeta had a slightly dangerous tone in his voice.
Mirai chuckled, looking nervous. “No! not at all!”
Vegeta yawned softly. “Now…Mirai…Something’s bothering you.”
Mirai blinked, “how?”
Vegeta smirked. “Living with your mother for any amount of time you learn to pick up these things. So spill.”
Mirai sighed, landing on his feet, Vegeta fallowing his example. “Well…it’s Gohan’s family…I mean Chi-chi is so protective…and Goku…the way he fainted…I don’t want Gohan to suffer because of me.”
Vegeta placed his hand on Mirai’s shoulder, giving him a soft smile, just like the one he had given him the last time they had seen each other, right before he had last returned to ‘His time.’ “Mirai…if he loves you, he may feel some pain from rejection by his family, but he will feel more love in your arms to ever dwell long on the pain…” Mirai smiled, tears in his eyes. His eyes shot open wide as Vegeta gripped his shirt tightly, pulling Mirai close as he whispered dangerously once more. “Tell Anyone I was this sappy I’ll shove my boots so far up your ass you’ll taste leather for a Month!”
Mirai nodded, gulping. One more little reminder of how volatile his father could be. Mirai sighed and smiled once again as Vegeta released him.
“So…ready to take on your mother’s wrath?”
“Will you be there?”
“Hell no! I’m not that stupid!”
Mirai frowned, “some how I expected that answer.”
Vegeta chuckled, lifting off the ground, heading back towards Goku and Gohan. “Just mention your in love and she’ll forget most of her anger!”
Mirai chuckled, fallowing his father as they floated leisurely. “How do you know?”
Vegeta chuckled. “No one knows how many kisses saved me from sleeping outside…I still had to remain on the couch, but it was an improvement.”
Mirai chuckled, smirking. “The prince of Saiyans sleeps on couch, tonight at 9!”
Mirai laughed loudly, then aked, and flew off, a tiffed off Vegeta right behind him.
Landing Mirai laughed, a smiling Vegeta not far. Walking to the bed, Mirai started to gather his things. Looking at Gohan’s downcast eyes, Vegeta had a confused look on his face, that soon grew dark and foreboding. Goku was standing beside Gohan, gently rubbing his back. Mirai stood up with his jacket in his hands, and stopped. The room was too silent.
Mirai could hear everything, Vegeta steady heartbeat, The fabric of Gohan’s shirt moving under Goku’s hand, even Gohan’s uneasy breathing. Something was wrong. Mirai sat his jacket down and walked over to Gohan, reaching out to place his hand on his back.
“Gohan?…is everything ok?”
Before Mirai could even touch Gohan’s shoulder, Gohan pulled the door open, not even bothering to look at Mirai as he spoke, pain on his voice.
“…it was fun while It lasted…goodbye Mirai…”
Mirai froze, staring as Gohan walked away. He felt numb. It had been so long since this had last happened, it was just as overwhelming as the pain he felt in his heart. His eyes were stinging, his nose felt, for a brief minuet, like it was on fire. He just seemed to grow hot, a steaming tear falling from his eyes as he blinked slightly, trying to clear his doubling vision as he watched the one person he ever really Loved walk away from him. The world was spinning, he felt dizzy and nauseous. He stumbled to the bed, sitting on it.
Vegeta could see his nearly hyperventilating son, but all he could hear was Gohan’s voice, and what he had told Mirai. A movement caught Vegeta’s eyes. Looking up, he locked his gaze onto Goku as he moved to leave the room. In a blink, Vegeta was across the room, growling as he held Goku by the neck against the wall.
“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU TELL HIM?”
Vegeta and Mirai’s attacks crashed, punches matching punches, kicks matching kicks as they fought, going slow. They spoke more than they threw punches and kicks. This was the closest thing to bonding either of them would probably ever have. Vegeta didn’t care that Mirai was gay, or that it was with “Kakorot’s brat.” He cared more for Mirai’s happiness. And both knew, that if this talk ever became public information, Mirai would get hurt, and how.
“Ngh! So…That’s the just of it…”
“Ow!” They paused as Mirai popped his wrist. “So…that’s the Saiyan’s marriage ritual?”
“It’s not called marriage, but you become partners for life. It would be better if you still had your tails, but we can improvise.”
“Won’t the bite hurt him?”
“No more than a punch will, and it’s part of the ritual, Sharing love, sharing pain, long drawn-out, and that’s only part of everything! I was too young to hear the rest. But I learned what I could.”
“No one’s blaming you for the loss of our people Father.”
“Did I say they were?” Vegeta had a slightly dangerous tone in his voice.
Mirai chuckled, looking nervous. “No! not at all!”
Vegeta yawned softly. “Now…Mirai…Something’s bothering you.”
Mirai blinked, “how?”
Vegeta smirked. “Living with your mother for any amount of time you learn to pick up these things. So spill.”
Mirai sighed, landing on his feet, Vegeta fallowing his example. “Well…it’s Gohan’s family…I mean Chi-chi is so protective…and Goku…the way he fainted…I don’t want Gohan to suffer because of me.”
Vegeta placed his hand on Mirai’s shoulder, giving him a soft smile, just like the one he had given him the last time they had seen each other, right before he had last returned to ‘His time.’ “Mirai…if he loves you, he may feel some pain from rejection by his family, but he will feel more love in your arms to ever dwell long on the pain…” Mirai smiled, tears in his eyes. His eyes shot open wide as Vegeta gripped his shirt tightly, pulling Mirai close as he whispered dangerously once more. “Tell Anyone I was this sappy I’ll shove my boots so far up your ass you’ll taste leather for a Month!”
Mirai nodded, gulping. One more little reminder of how volatile his father could be. Mirai sighed and smiled once again as Vegeta released him.
“So…ready to take on your mother’s wrath?”
“Will you be there?”
“Hell no! I’m not that stupid!”
Mirai frowned, “some how I expected that answer.”
Vegeta chuckled, lifting off the ground, heading back towards Goku and Gohan. “Just mention your in love and she’ll forget most of her anger!”
Mirai chuckled, fallowing his father as they floated leisurely. “How do you know?”
Vegeta chuckled. “No one knows how many kisses saved me from sleeping outside…I still had to remain on the couch, but it was an improvement.”
Mirai chuckled, smirking. “The prince of Saiyans sleeps on couch, tonight at 9!”
Mirai laughed loudly, then aked, and flew off, a tiffed off Vegeta right behind him.
Landing Mirai laughed, a smiling Vegeta not far. Walking to the bed, Mirai started to gather his things. Looking at Gohan’s downcast eyes, Vegeta had a confused look on his face, that soon grew dark and foreboding. Goku was standing beside Gohan, gently rubbing his back. Mirai stood up with his jacket in his hands, and stopped. The room was too silent.
Mirai could hear everything, Vegeta steady heartbeat, The fabric of Gohan’s shirt moving under Goku’s hand, even Gohan’s uneasy breathing. Something was wrong. Mirai sat his jacket down and walked over to Gohan, reaching out to place his hand on his back.
“Gohan?…is everything ok?”
Before Mirai could even touch Gohan’s shoulder, Gohan pulled the door open, not even bothering to look at Mirai as he spoke, pain on his voice.
“…it was fun while It lasted…goodbye Mirai…”
Mirai froze, staring as Gohan walked away. He felt numb. It had been so long since this had last happened, it was just as overwhelming as the pain he felt in his heart. His eyes were stinging, his nose felt, for a brief minuet, like it was on fire. He just seemed to grow hot, a steaming tear falling from his eyes as he blinked slightly, trying to clear his doubling vision as he watched the one person he ever really Loved walk away from him. The world was spinning, he felt dizzy and nauseous. He stumbled to the bed, sitting on it.
Vegeta could see his nearly hyperventilating son, but all he could hear was Gohan’s voice, and what he had told Mirai. A movement caught Vegeta’s eyes. Looking up, he locked his gaze onto Goku as he moved to leave the room. In a blink, Vegeta was across the room, growling as he held Goku by the neck against the wall.
“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU TELL HIM?”