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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,878
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Niiiight time.....
As the sun descended on the horizon, darkness fell on Capsule Corp and the city seemed content to fall into slumber towards the dark hours of the night. All slept, but two. Two warriors of great strength, tenacious determination and the royal blood of a murderous alien race.
Vegeta sat in a chair across the guest bedroom and stared hard at the young man lying on the bed, while his thoughts ran through endless scenarios and musings of times past. But he never let the man out of his sight. For the most part Vegeta believed the story he was told. Mirai hadn't told him everything. He knew that. He saw it painted on the pale face and he would not trust the time traveler alone unless he was absoultly certain that this was more 'his son' than creature.
Mirai on the other hand was enjoying the company of the paranoid older man. It had been too long since he had a friendly face to look into...even if his fathers face wasn't particularly friendly, Vegeta wasn't screeching or trying to take his food. Food... A small smile found its way to his lips. After the Kitchen Ordeal, Bulma agreed to help him become 'himself' again starting the next morning. The whole situation had drained her and she retired early. Leaving Vegeta and him to fend for themselves, dinner wise. Vegeta found him a fresh steak from the fridge. The steak was raw, and bloody, and the best he had... aside from when he hunted and sank his teeth into the hide of a steer...
But Mirai was happy to have the company, and for once felt remotly safe in his own home. Sure his father would kill him at the drop of a hat if he didn't keep his animalistic instincts in check. But it's nice to know someone is always going to be there watching you... even if it's not for your own protection. Settling into the sheets he closed his vibrant blue eyes, he took a relaxing breath and drifted into a light slumber under the watchful eye of the Prince.
Vegeta felt the boy's ki relax and decend to a nominal level, signifying his sleeping state. Sayjins needed very little sleep, and Vegeta prided himself on not falling into the lazy habbits of the human race when it came to 8 hours of rest. Tomorrow, that fucking idiot Kakarot and his eldest were going to arrive and a plan would be devised to deal with this new threat. If it even exists...
Tomorrow was going to be a long day...
Vegeta sat in a chair across the guest bedroom and stared hard at the young man lying on the bed, while his thoughts ran through endless scenarios and musings of times past. But he never let the man out of his sight. For the most part Vegeta believed the story he was told. Mirai hadn't told him everything. He knew that. He saw it painted on the pale face and he would not trust the time traveler alone unless he was absoultly certain that this was more 'his son' than creature.
Mirai on the other hand was enjoying the company of the paranoid older man. It had been too long since he had a friendly face to look into...even if his fathers face wasn't particularly friendly, Vegeta wasn't screeching or trying to take his food. Food... A small smile found its way to his lips. After the Kitchen Ordeal, Bulma agreed to help him become 'himself' again starting the next morning. The whole situation had drained her and she retired early. Leaving Vegeta and him to fend for themselves, dinner wise. Vegeta found him a fresh steak from the fridge. The steak was raw, and bloody, and the best he had... aside from when he hunted and sank his teeth into the hide of a steer...
But Mirai was happy to have the company, and for once felt remotly safe in his own home. Sure his father would kill him at the drop of a hat if he didn't keep his animalistic instincts in check. But it's nice to know someone is always going to be there watching you... even if it's not for your own protection. Settling into the sheets he closed his vibrant blue eyes, he took a relaxing breath and drifted into a light slumber under the watchful eye of the Prince.
Vegeta felt the boy's ki relax and decend to a nominal level, signifying his sleeping state. Sayjins needed very little sleep, and Vegeta prided himself on not falling into the lazy habbits of the human race when it came to 8 hours of rest. Tomorrow, that fucking idiot Kakarot and his eldest were going to arrive and a plan would be devised to deal with this new threat. If it even exists...
Tomorrow was going to be a long day...