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:
1,476
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..
Party p.2
third chapter. and i really want to know what ya'll think so far ^^
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Finally being left alone after Gohan departed, Vegeta sat back against the tree and was deep in thought. “Did Gohan just give me his approval?” his mind asked over and over. He wasn’t used to this and he cursed himself for being so transparent that the son of Kakarot could figure him out. Then came the next set of questions: who else knew? Was it just the kid, or did everyone else also noticed what Gohan noticed? Ever so slowly, with each passing thought, Vegeta’s scowl grew deeper and colder.
Somewhere beyond Vegeta’s closed eyelids, he heard Kakarot laughing once again. Of course, he was a happy person, but the Prince thought the big idiot was doing it to mock him.
Replying to something that went unheard by the birthday boy, Goku shouted, “Damn Skippy!”
Opening his eyes once again to the brightness of the outside, he started at Kakarot like he had two heads. Seriously, who said that anymore? He found himself cursing his soul for staring too long once he noticed he caught the other’s attention. Vegeta was sure that he was going to be obligated to ‘enjoy’ the party if Kakarot had anything to say about it. So he sat silently as the younger Saiyajin made his way over.
Sitting on the grass directly in front of the older male, Goku smiled.
“Sorry, ‘Geta, I had to borrow the pants. I know I should learn to bring my own or not get my clothes ripped. Heh. Anyway!”
Leaning closer, he rested both of his palms flat on the ground, peering at the other.
“Why are you being such a grumpy spoilsport? This is YOUR party. Let’s enjoy it,” he said as he grabbed Vegeta’s wrist and stood up, making the other follow.
Not getting his wrist back and not having the energy to pull free, the Prince had to make a bunch of ‘small talk’ with people he didn’t like. He did, however, draw the line when Goku offered to play with Trunks and Goten. That was something he wouldn’t do, ever. So instead, he got dragged to the food table.
The table was packed from corner to corner with any and every food imaginable. There were so many options, yet all they did was serve Vegeta to once again feel sick. He waited for Kakarot to fill the plate in hand before walking away, leaving the silent invitation open for him to follow, which, much to Vegeta’s happiness, he did.
While Kakarot was munching away happily on his food, the not so enthralled birthday boy was chewing on the inside of his lip, a glare set to kill if anyone so much as approached them. Not liking the idea that he was going to have a ‘heart-to-heart’ talk with the man before him, he breathed deeply through his nose and opened his mouth, but was interrupted by the other.
“Vegeta, I noticed you are not eating. I thought Bulma was joking when she told me that the other day. Are you sick?” Vegeta rolled his eyes but held his tongue, for he knew Kakarot wasn’t finished speaking. “If you are sick, ya’ know, you shouldn’t avoid eating. And you should tone down on the training just a bit.”
Having enough being talked to like a child, the Prince growled.
“For your information, Clown, I am not ‘sick.’ Open your big, pretty eyes and look at things more seriously! Furthermore, I will do what I want, when I want and HOW I want. And there is nothing you can say or do to stop me. I am the Prince of our race, NOT YOU.”
Narrowing his eyes on the shocked male’s face, Vegeta smirked, feeling rather satisfied with himself apparently. Standing up and walking away, he dropped said smirk and muttered under his breath, “How the hell did I fall in love with an idiot?”
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...shorter then the first too. but..it ended off.....nicely though >.>
whoa! Veg..needs to calm down..keh heh..or not XD..wonder wants going to happen next
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Finally being left alone after Gohan departed, Vegeta sat back against the tree and was deep in thought. “Did Gohan just give me his approval?” his mind asked over and over. He wasn’t used to this and he cursed himself for being so transparent that the son of Kakarot could figure him out. Then came the next set of questions: who else knew? Was it just the kid, or did everyone else also noticed what Gohan noticed? Ever so slowly, with each passing thought, Vegeta’s scowl grew deeper and colder.
Somewhere beyond Vegeta’s closed eyelids, he heard Kakarot laughing once again. Of course, he was a happy person, but the Prince thought the big idiot was doing it to mock him.
Replying to something that went unheard by the birthday boy, Goku shouted, “Damn Skippy!”
Opening his eyes once again to the brightness of the outside, he started at Kakarot like he had two heads. Seriously, who said that anymore? He found himself cursing his soul for staring too long once he noticed he caught the other’s attention. Vegeta was sure that he was going to be obligated to ‘enjoy’ the party if Kakarot had anything to say about it. So he sat silently as the younger Saiyajin made his way over.
Sitting on the grass directly in front of the older male, Goku smiled.
“Sorry, ‘Geta, I had to borrow the pants. I know I should learn to bring my own or not get my clothes ripped. Heh. Anyway!”
Leaning closer, he rested both of his palms flat on the ground, peering at the other.
“Why are you being such a grumpy spoilsport? This is YOUR party. Let’s enjoy it,” he said as he grabbed Vegeta’s wrist and stood up, making the other follow.
Not getting his wrist back and not having the energy to pull free, the Prince had to make a bunch of ‘small talk’ with people he didn’t like. He did, however, draw the line when Goku offered to play with Trunks and Goten. That was something he wouldn’t do, ever. So instead, he got dragged to the food table.
The table was packed from corner to corner with any and every food imaginable. There were so many options, yet all they did was serve Vegeta to once again feel sick. He waited for Kakarot to fill the plate in hand before walking away, leaving the silent invitation open for him to follow, which, much to Vegeta’s happiness, he did.
While Kakarot was munching away happily on his food, the not so enthralled birthday boy was chewing on the inside of his lip, a glare set to kill if anyone so much as approached them. Not liking the idea that he was going to have a ‘heart-to-heart’ talk with the man before him, he breathed deeply through his nose and opened his mouth, but was interrupted by the other.
“Vegeta, I noticed you are not eating. I thought Bulma was joking when she told me that the other day. Are you sick?” Vegeta rolled his eyes but held his tongue, for he knew Kakarot wasn’t finished speaking. “If you are sick, ya’ know, you shouldn’t avoid eating. And you should tone down on the training just a bit.”
Having enough being talked to like a child, the Prince growled.
“For your information, Clown, I am not ‘sick.’ Open your big, pretty eyes and look at things more seriously! Furthermore, I will do what I want, when I want and HOW I want. And there is nothing you can say or do to stop me. I am the Prince of our race, NOT YOU.”
Narrowing his eyes on the shocked male’s face, Vegeta smirked, feeling rather satisfied with himself apparently. Standing up and walking away, he dropped said smirk and muttered under his breath, “How the hell did I fall in love with an idiot?”
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...shorter then the first too. but..it ended off.....nicely though >.>
whoa! Veg..needs to calm down..keh heh..or not XD..wonder wants going to happen next