In My Darkest Hour
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,480
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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..
Morning After
Sorry for the wait again!
~Reviews:
DarkSerapha: Aw! im so glad it reminded you of that. I was trying for that actually. but not ya know (i dont want to be sued hahahah) Oh i understand the strawberry field thing! thats very smart of your friend. at least i think so.
z32: Thanks for your review its always nice to hear ^^
~*NOW ON TO THE CHAPTER!*~
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The next morning, Vegeta cracked his eyes open slowly, not remembering where he was for a moment. Then he felt the pounding in his head and that was enough to remind him of the events that occurred the night prior. The good news was that his limbs didn’t feel like lead as severely as before. That meant that he could get out of the hospital within the next few seconds. His hand muscles twitched involuntarily and he felt his fingers touch the flesh of another.
Shifting around and glancing down to where the bed dipped, he noticed for the second time since he’d been in there that Kakarot was sleeping at his side. This surprised and irked the Prince. There was no need for the younger male to be there. He didn’t need to be babysat! Unbeknownst to himself, and contrary to his thoughts, a smile made its way onto his face while staring at the unruly, spiky hair.
Instinctively reaching his hand out, he left feather-like touches on Kakarot’s skin, watching as goosebumps formed in response.
Just as he realized what he was doing, the younger male stirred, not giving Vegeta enough time to pull away, leaving him quiet and frozen in place.
Goku turned his head to face Vegeta and was clearly ready to go back to sleep if it wasn’t for the hand on his arm. Blinking a few times to make the world a little less fuzzy, he looked up at the face of the frozen Prince and put on that trademark smile of his, ignoring the fact that he was being touched, hoping it would make the older of the two act like normal.
“G’Morning, Vegeta! Glad to see the senzu bean we crushed up took effect. You’re probably ready to get out of this place, eh?! I know I am.”
Getting up from his spot and walking to the edge of the bed, Goku showed the other the new clothes that had been prepared just for him before handing them over.
“So, eheh.. I’ll wait for you in the hall. Just come out when you’re ready.” With that, Goku left the room, not very comfortable at the fact the older Saiyajin didn’t change his expression or moved much. Leaning against the wall instead of the door, he shut his eyes, trying to let himself think.
Ever since the party, Goku had started to feel strange. Although he knew Vegeta was sick and somewhat out of it at the time, he hadn’t been able to sway those words that escaped the prince’s lips off his mind. It could’ve been a subconscious thing, but why would something like that even cross the warrior elite’s mouth? It was strange, but at the same time, unnerving; unnerving because he couldn’t deny the strong jolt of electricity that coursed from his spine all the way to his chest every time he remembered the occurrence, and that was not the way he was supposed to react.
He remembered he’d left the party to clear his mind that night. It must’ve been the spur-of-the-moment. Perhaps once he got home, things would be alright. He just needed a good rest and those feelings would be gone.
But then he received that dreadful phone call. And ever since then, he refused to leave Vegeta’s side. But why? He knew Vegeta was in good hands. Bulma wasn’t just going to allow some petty doctors to take care of her lover. He knew Vegeta would be just fine without him there, but there was a stronger side in Goku that didn’t allow him to depart from the older Saiyajin, a side he didn’t understand. He felt the need to look after him, be there for him and make sure he’d be alright. It was unusual and confusing, but at the same time, exciting.
After coming back from retrieving the beans, Bulma tried to convince Goku to go home, but Goku refused to leave. He reassured that ChiChi would understand and after a small debate on who would stay with Vegeta, Goku eventually convinced her long-time friend to go home and rest, that he would look after Vegeta for the night.
After the woman left and everything went silent, Goku stayed up for some time, time that he spent looking at the Prince. It was unusual to see the man that carried so much venom, so much hate but, at the same time, so much determination and fortitude, so ill and vulnerable. It pained him to see his friend in such a state and he couldn’t help the bubble of anxiety that coiled around the pit of his stomach.
“Get well, Vegeta,” he pleaded mentally after staring at the handsome face of the Saiyajin prince.
After a few hours, he finally decided to climb into bed with him. Vegeta was completely out of it, so he probably wouldn’t feel the taller body pressuring down on the mattress. This only gave Goku a closer perspective of the older male’s sharp features, and he found himself admiring the chiseled complexion. Then he felt them returning, those currents of electricity that made his heart swell with an unfathomable sentiment. He really needed to figure out what was happening to him. In hopes of thwarting the unwanted butterflies in his stomach, Goku turned his back on Vegeta and fell into an uneasy sleep at the Prince’s side.
Shifting his weight on the wall which he was resting on and refocusing his eyes, he sighed. He felt like he would go crazy with so many things running through his mind as he waited for Vegeta to change. The young warrior wasn’t used to this at all. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way.
“When did this happen?! I love my wife, I love my children. When did it become all about him?! Pleasing him, making sure I’m up to his standard. When did this start to matter?!”
Noting that ten minutes had passed since he left Vegeta to get dressed, and there was still no sign of the man, he turned to the door and opened it a crack, peering inside. Seeing everything was ‘fine,’ he opened the door more and glanced to the ground for no other reason than it was his first reaction, but it was a good thing he did, because he spotted the Prince, fully clothed and face-first on the floor.
Racing over to him, Goku lifted him off the ground and set him on the bed, inspecting for any injuries. Turning to get a doctor, he felt a hand around his wrist and a feeling of déjà vu came over him. He turned back to Vegeta, seeing the other fixing him with the coldest stare he could muster.
“Kaka-rot, don’t you DARE call one of those humans! H-Help me get out of here. I’m fine.”
Hesitating for only a moment, Goku helped the Prince for the simple fact that he actually asked for help.
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Thanks Ana, this wouldnt have worked without you
~Reviews:
DarkSerapha: Aw! im so glad it reminded you of that. I was trying for that actually. but not ya know (i dont want to be sued hahahah) Oh i understand the strawberry field thing! thats very smart of your friend. at least i think so.
z32: Thanks for your review its always nice to hear ^^
~*NOW ON TO THE CHAPTER!*~
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The next morning, Vegeta cracked his eyes open slowly, not remembering where he was for a moment. Then he felt the pounding in his head and that was enough to remind him of the events that occurred the night prior. The good news was that his limbs didn’t feel like lead as severely as before. That meant that he could get out of the hospital within the next few seconds. His hand muscles twitched involuntarily and he felt his fingers touch the flesh of another.
Shifting around and glancing down to where the bed dipped, he noticed for the second time since he’d been in there that Kakarot was sleeping at his side. This surprised and irked the Prince. There was no need for the younger male to be there. He didn’t need to be babysat! Unbeknownst to himself, and contrary to his thoughts, a smile made its way onto his face while staring at the unruly, spiky hair.
Instinctively reaching his hand out, he left feather-like touches on Kakarot’s skin, watching as goosebumps formed in response.
Just as he realized what he was doing, the younger male stirred, not giving Vegeta enough time to pull away, leaving him quiet and frozen in place.
Goku turned his head to face Vegeta and was clearly ready to go back to sleep if it wasn’t for the hand on his arm. Blinking a few times to make the world a little less fuzzy, he looked up at the face of the frozen Prince and put on that trademark smile of his, ignoring the fact that he was being touched, hoping it would make the older of the two act like normal.
“G’Morning, Vegeta! Glad to see the senzu bean we crushed up took effect. You’re probably ready to get out of this place, eh?! I know I am.”
Getting up from his spot and walking to the edge of the bed, Goku showed the other the new clothes that had been prepared just for him before handing them over.
“So, eheh.. I’ll wait for you in the hall. Just come out when you’re ready.” With that, Goku left the room, not very comfortable at the fact the older Saiyajin didn’t change his expression or moved much. Leaning against the wall instead of the door, he shut his eyes, trying to let himself think.
Ever since the party, Goku had started to feel strange. Although he knew Vegeta was sick and somewhat out of it at the time, he hadn’t been able to sway those words that escaped the prince’s lips off his mind. It could’ve been a subconscious thing, but why would something like that even cross the warrior elite’s mouth? It was strange, but at the same time, unnerving; unnerving because he couldn’t deny the strong jolt of electricity that coursed from his spine all the way to his chest every time he remembered the occurrence, and that was not the way he was supposed to react.
He remembered he’d left the party to clear his mind that night. It must’ve been the spur-of-the-moment. Perhaps once he got home, things would be alright. He just needed a good rest and those feelings would be gone.
But then he received that dreadful phone call. And ever since then, he refused to leave Vegeta’s side. But why? He knew Vegeta was in good hands. Bulma wasn’t just going to allow some petty doctors to take care of her lover. He knew Vegeta would be just fine without him there, but there was a stronger side in Goku that didn’t allow him to depart from the older Saiyajin, a side he didn’t understand. He felt the need to look after him, be there for him and make sure he’d be alright. It was unusual and confusing, but at the same time, exciting.
After coming back from retrieving the beans, Bulma tried to convince Goku to go home, but Goku refused to leave. He reassured that ChiChi would understand and after a small debate on who would stay with Vegeta, Goku eventually convinced her long-time friend to go home and rest, that he would look after Vegeta for the night.
After the woman left and everything went silent, Goku stayed up for some time, time that he spent looking at the Prince. It was unusual to see the man that carried so much venom, so much hate but, at the same time, so much determination and fortitude, so ill and vulnerable. It pained him to see his friend in such a state and he couldn’t help the bubble of anxiety that coiled around the pit of his stomach.
“Get well, Vegeta,” he pleaded mentally after staring at the handsome face of the Saiyajin prince.
After a few hours, he finally decided to climb into bed with him. Vegeta was completely out of it, so he probably wouldn’t feel the taller body pressuring down on the mattress. This only gave Goku a closer perspective of the older male’s sharp features, and he found himself admiring the chiseled complexion. Then he felt them returning, those currents of electricity that made his heart swell with an unfathomable sentiment. He really needed to figure out what was happening to him. In hopes of thwarting the unwanted butterflies in his stomach, Goku turned his back on Vegeta and fell into an uneasy sleep at the Prince’s side.
Shifting his weight on the wall which he was resting on and refocusing his eyes, he sighed. He felt like he would go crazy with so many things running through his mind as he waited for Vegeta to change. The young warrior wasn’t used to this at all. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way.
“When did this happen?! I love my wife, I love my children. When did it become all about him?! Pleasing him, making sure I’m up to his standard. When did this start to matter?!”
Noting that ten minutes had passed since he left Vegeta to get dressed, and there was still no sign of the man, he turned to the door and opened it a crack, peering inside. Seeing everything was ‘fine,’ he opened the door more and glanced to the ground for no other reason than it was his first reaction, but it was a good thing he did, because he spotted the Prince, fully clothed and face-first on the floor.
Racing over to him, Goku lifted him off the ground and set him on the bed, inspecting for any injuries. Turning to get a doctor, he felt a hand around his wrist and a feeling of déjà vu came over him. He turned back to Vegeta, seeing the other fixing him with the coldest stare he could muster.
“Kaka-rot, don’t you DARE call one of those humans! H-Help me get out of here. I’m fine.”
Hesitating for only a moment, Goku helped the Prince for the simple fact that he actually asked for help.
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Thanks Ana, this wouldnt have worked without you