Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Four Star Dragonball ❯ Please Don't Hurt My... ( Chapter 7 )

Pairing: Vegeta x Goku
Warning: Suicide, Sex, and Violence! There's a nice ring to that.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Wish I did. Then I'd use the dragonballs to kick some ass. I hope I'm not stealing anything from anyone. I know that's a scare lately. I don't read much so my ideas may already be written. Sorry.

Four Star Dragonball

Chapter Seven: Please Don't Hurt My…

Vegeta ended up not eating either as he returned an hour later to the large building he called home. His stomach growled a bit, but his mind was concentrated on...other things.

He had finally done it-made the first move. Kakarotto's response was less than favorable. He should have expected it though-after all he was raised on this ridiculously shallow planet that shunned same-sex relationships. Yet, Vegeta was sure all the fool needed was time. Then the beautiful bastard would be his.

Beautiful? His? The prince's eyebrow shot up. Yep, he felt his reason slip away. But he wasn't given time to mourn over its loss-Bulma Briefs came storming down the hall, looking as pissed as ever.

"Vegeta, what the hell did you do to Goku?!" she shrieked.

The royal Saiyan successfully managed to keep his face devoid of emotion. Just past her shaking, red face were the guests to a forgotten party. Friends of Kakarotto's gathered in the hallway looking at him. He thought it best to step into a room out of hearing range of the guests. Shutting the door behind him, he turned and faced Bulma. "What made you think it is me in particular, Woman?"

Her bright blue eyes glittered with fury, "I'm not sure. PERHAPS BECAUSE THE ONLY WORD I GOT FROM HIM WAS YOUR NAME BEFORE HE SLIPPED UNCONSCIOUS!"

Unconscious? The woman had his full attention now. "Where is he?"

Bulma opened the door led him down to her laboratory, passing confused friends. "How could you?" she demanded as she punched in her security code to the lab. "You were supposed to help him!"

Vegeta entered the lab and immediately his eyes widened in horror. Kakarotto was laid onto an examining table, his arms hooked up to many machines. His skin was sickeningly pale in color, with a bluish tint upon his lips. The prince rushed to his side in a near panicked state-had he caused this?

"I found him locked inside his bathroom-he overdosed on his medication…" Bulma whispered sadly.

The prince said nothing as he kept his back to the woman behind him, keeping his eyes on his fellow Saiyan.

"Anyway, he's stable now. His stomach was pumped and was given fluids to keep from dehydrating," she said as she stepped next to Goku's table, pushing his bangs from his pasty complexion with her fingers. "So much for a heartwarming party… I'm going back to dismiss everyone and then going to bed. I know you'll stay here with him-call me if anything happens."

As he heard the laboratory door shut, Vegeta felt it was now safe to let down his guard. He touched the other's ice-cold hand and felt guilt coursing its way through his body. He was to blame for Goku's attempt at suicide, but how? Why? All he did was kiss him… He thought the idiot was one that favored physical contact.

Vegeta glanced at the various hissing machines that surrounded the taller man and frowned. Kakarotto did not like needles, so when he woke up he would be upset even more. Well, he could fix that-his physiology would suffice without the help of machines. The prince carefully unhooked the tubes and needles from the third-class Saiyan and gathered him into his arms. It was kind of awkward to be touching Kakarotto without the intention of causing him pain. But, it felt good to hold him…

Pushing his thoughts aside, the prince carried the taller man to the room he stayed in for the previous night; he figured bringing the moron to Vegeta's own bedroom might cause unnecessary anxiety. He laid the shivering Saiyan on his bed and pulled blankets over him.

Before he decided to leave, he glanced upon Kakarotto's face, then his wild mop of hair. Bulma had irritatingly swept her fingers into his bangs, and suddenly he wanted to, too. Touching another nonviolently was still an uncomfortable thing for him, but slowly he removed one of his black leather gloves and reached out. His fingers experimentally brushed the soft dark strands, watching with interest as they revealed midnight blue highlights. No wonder the taller Saiyan's hair looked blacker than his in the sun. His curiosity settled, the prince removed his hand from the spikes of hair and turned to leave, but a hand on his jacket stopped him.

"Don't go."

Vegeta looked over his shoulder in disbelief, "Kakarotto?" The fool was awake?!

The low level Saiyan stared at him with cloudy pain-filled eyes. "Don't…want to be…alone," he half-whimpered.

Spinning around, the shorter man faced a situation so incredibly foreign to him he could hardly think straight. Kakarotto desired his company! He tried to think if anyone had ever wanted to be around him, but couldn't come up with a single soul. Maybe Bulma once, but that was long ago.

"Don't want…" Kakarotto whispered and drew Vegeta's arm closer to his chest, causing the man standing to lean over the bed.

Unable to free his imprisoned arm, Vegeta sat on the edge of the bed. What to do now?! The brain-damaged moron wasn't in the right mind! He wasn't sure if he was either! But he found himself toeing off his boots and using his free arm to pull the blankets over himself as he slid in the bed next to Kakarotto. It was kind of uncomfortable trying to go to sleep wearing a jacket and having an arm pinned by a large man. It would be a long, restless night.

Then the idiot started emitting a noise he hadn't heard in a long, long time-a deep, rumbling purr. Vegeta's mouth went dry and involuntarily scooted closer to the other man. It was music to his ears to hear another Saiyan purring in absolute bliss. He felt sleep pulling at him within a few minutes, but resisted to make sure the idiot was okay. Kakarotto's face was completely relaxed and back to its normal color-simply exquisite. The prince let out a breath and let sleep claim him, lulled by the sound of a Saiyan purr.

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Son Goku woke up to a throbbing headache. Gradually leaving his slumber, he came to feel the position of his body in the bed-he laid half on his side and half on his stomach, facing the center of the bed. The blankets still covered his body, he noted, which meant it wasn't a restless night. And, other than the pounding in his head, he felt well rested. These past couple of nights staying at Capsule Corp had been the most sleep he had ever gotten in the past two years.

Thoughts of yesterday began to replay in Goku's head, ending with taking all of his medication in one dose. Well, well, he had survived; no pain except for a headache. He frowned. Wasn't he in the bathroom when he swallowed the entire bottle of pills? Shit, someone must had found him and saved him. A growl started low in his throat-who dared to interfere with his intentions? Did anyone have eyes? Didn't they see how miserable he was?

He started to shift in his bed, but froze. His head bumped into something that wasn't his pillow. He cracked an eye open and saw black leather. Detaching his face from the material, he looked up.

"Kakarotto."

Goku's face changed from bewilderment to dismay. What was Vegeta doing in his bed!? He quickly glanced at his own shoulder-good, he was still wearing clothes. Relief washed over him, but the uncomfortable feeling still persisted.

"Vegeta, why are you here?"

The prince looked away from the Saiyan. "You have my arm in your death grip."

The taller man looked down to his arms and indeed they encircled another. Goku immediately let go as if it was on fire, his facing turning a deeper shade of red by the second.

"S-Sorry," he muttered.

"Fool," the prince retorted automatically, then regretted his word. He looked back unto the other's dejected face.

"I hate you, Vegeta," Goku said quietly. He placed two fingers to his forehead and vanished.

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He appeared back in the forest near his house in Mt. Paozu. He did not want to go back. Not for anything. Not for Bulma, not for his friends, not for his boys. He was a lousy father anyway, always deserting them at the earliest opportunity, spending time with them only when sparring. Surely they had felt his ki at Capsule Corp, yet not even bothered to try to come see him.

He stood under a large tree and looked up at the sky through the leaves. He was lying to himself. He loved his boys more than anything, but he felt like he caused them so much pain by disappearing all the time. He very much wanted to see them, yet was ashamed. They always looked up to him as their hero, an image he could not fulfill at the moment, perhaps never again.

Goku was at a loss-he didn't know what to do with himself anymore. He could not spend time with his friends, he lost interest in training. Everything seemed to fall into a black hole that crushed the life out of him. He wanted nothing more than to die, but figured he would be just as miserable there as here. Chichi was gone from him forever-her spirit would remain a white unrecognizable cloud while he retained his body for being such a valiant hero. Some hero. He had fought many battles; all the powerful enemies he had faced throughout his life, no loss hurt him greater than the death of his companion.

Wrapping his arms and tail around himself, Goku grieved her loss.

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I hate you, Vegeta.

Kakarotto did not hate!

I hate you, Vegeta.

The simple sentence left him devastated. He was the true moron. The man just tried to kill himself and what did Vegeta do? He could not believe his own stupidity. He ruined any chance of `befriending' the other Saiyan. The woman could take it from here, make the bastard fall in love with her, and then that would be it. No Kakarotto for him. But…if it made him happy to be with her, if she could return Kakarotto to his original self, then it was for the best.

He was used to failure anyway.

As if on cue, Vegeta heard a knocking at the door. "Goku? Are you in there?" Bulma asked, worry evident in her voice. She turned the knob and let herself in. "Vegeta?!" she gasped when she saw him sitting up on her friend's bed.

The prince shrugged. He couldn't be a smartass today. "Kakarotto's gone," he said bluntly.

"Yes, I can see that," the woman fumed. "Where is he? He's not in my lab."

Vegeta stood and started to leave the room. "I don't think he will be coming back."

Bulma spun around and socked him in the jaw with all the strength her puny human body could muster. While it didn't hurt in the least bit, the shock made him fall to the carpet on the other side of the bed. Momentarily he forgot his anger as the woman had never laid a hand on him before.

"YOU BASTARD!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "What did you do?! What did you say?!"

Pushing himself from the floor, he glared and said nothing which ticked her off more, if even possible. He continued on his way to the door.

"Oh, no you don't, Mister!" Bulma said, flinging herself in front of the door.

"Enough of this," Vegeta spat and aimed a glowing ki ball at the mother of his children. He was through with her intrusiveness, her bitching, her irritating human ways.

Desperation stole her voice, "How can you hurt the person you love?!"

"Easy. I don't love you," the prince said coolly and the ki ball grew in size.

"Not me-I mean Goku!"

The ball of energy vanished. His hand dropped by his side.

Bulma struck a nerve and she knew it. Her confidence grew, "How can you just run him off when it is you that he needs most? You love him, don't you? Why do you hurt people that you care about? He needs you, Vegeta."

The prince said nothing.

Bulma smiled softly and touched his shoulder. "Go find him."