Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lollirot ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter five:

 

He froze under the blankets as he heard the voice. His heart started to skip a few beats as it began to pound in his chest. Flipping the covers back, he sat up in bed, eyes searching the room. He did… hear that, didn't he?

 

“Of course you heard me! You're not deaf, Vegeta!”

 

Did he say that out loud, or did Raditz hear his thoughts? He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a tall man standing there in a pair of faded jeans, a green tank top under a grey over coat. His long black spiky hair, and auburn tail with a flashy grin plastered on his face told Vegeta exactly who that was.

 

“Ra…Raditz?” He started slowly.

 

“Yes, prince?” Raditz smiled at him before looking around the room at the few picture frames that hung on the plain creamy white walls. “Didn't know you liked pictures of fruit, Vegeta.” He said, tapping at one picture with a knuckle, which was indeed, of fruit. He turned his head to glance at him, questioning.

 

“Eh? --- I don't.” He frowned. “I knew you weren't dead… I told them, but they didn't believe me.” He smiled shyly at his mate. “But… what took you so long!?” Vegeta suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be angry at Raditz.

 

“Meh, got distracted.” He answered before stealing a snow globe that sat on a dresser, depositing it in his coat pocket.

 

“Distracted!? How could you have gotten `distracted'?!” He bellowed.

 

“Well, ye know how tourists are. Ye see something along the way, you have to stop and look.” The big Saiyan shrugged.

 

Vegeta looked at his mate with soft eyes. He can't tell what it is, though, but he thinks there is something different from Raditz… like something changed. But he doesn't think about it, because he is here, with him.

 

“I… missed you, Raditz…” He blushed slightly. Even though Raditz was really the only one who could bring out emotion in him, it was still very little.

 

The other Saiyan smiled and purred, walking over to sit on the bed with him. He leaned in and kissed Vegeta's forehead.

 

“I missed you too, Vegeta.”

 

The rest of the afternoon, Vegeta shut himself up in his room with Raditz, talking of many things and nothing in particular. His chest kind of hurt when Raditz had kissed his forehead, though. He didn't want to dwell on it, but he noticed that when the bigger Saiyan kissed him, he didn't really feel it, and it disturbed him because he loved to feel his mate. But Vegeta wasn't going to think about that. No, Raditz was here, and he had questions for him.

 

The prince had called for food and asked the other Saiyan if he wanted anything and said he had already eaten before he came here. Shrugging he sat down with a plate full of fruit and meat, mainly chicken. The pair BSed well into the night and by the time one o'clock a.m. rolled around, the two decided that it was time to hit the hay.

 

Vegeta crawled into his bed and pulled the covers back for Raditz to get in. He absently noticed that the bed didn't fall from the other's weight on the bed, like he was as light as a feather. Sighing, he curled up next to Raditz, nuzzling him lightly. The other Saiyan purred at him before settling down and falling into a deep slumber.

 

~*~

 

The next day it was a bright sunny afternoon out, with little to no clouds hanging in the sky. Vegeta finished tying his tennis shoe laces and picked up a tennis racket that was lying on the ground next to his feet. He was clad in a pair of gym shorts and a white sport tank top.

 

“Come on, Raditz!” He shouted.

 

The long haired Saiyan hobbled out of the dressing room, almost falling on his face as he tried to hop and tie his shoes at the same time. Vegeta laughed at his clumsiness as he headed out to the green and red tennis courts located to the west of the main building of the asylum.

 

Today, he had asked the nurses if he could go play tennis, and they actually agreed to it! He smirked at how bad he's been. He's pretty surprised they haven't asked about Raditz being there, because he's been keeping the other Saiyan in his room ever since he came back from his mission.

 

Opening the metal door, he walked out onto the court to the other side of the net. Bouncing the green tennis ball, he waited patiently for Raditz. The manned Saiyan entered the court, checking out his own racket by palming the wire and sticking his fingers in the holes.

 

“Okay… I don't really know how to play this game, but all I know is that you hit the ball over the net back and forth.” Vegeta informed. He brought five extra tennis balls just in case he hit the ball to hard and to high over the surrounding fence walls.

 

Vegeta held the ball out in front of him a little ways before dropping it and letting it hit the ground once before batting it lightly. The green orb flew over the net to hit the ground on the other side to bounce several times in Raditz' direction.

 

The manned Saiyan grabbed his racket with both hands and swung at the ball. Missed. He swung again and missed the ball right as it dropped to the ground before bouncing up and passing him by. He frowned and back up to try and hit the ball again, but ended up giving up when it bounced out of the boundary line.

 

Vegeta pointed and laughed as he watched the other Saiyan's efforts go to waste.

 

“Oh, Come on, Raditz! Can't you even hit the ball!?” He laughed.

 

“Hey now! I've never played this stupid Earth game before!” Raditz huffed; his black long hair sticking out ever where.

 

Vegeta shook his head and retrieved another tennis ball.

 

“Alright, are you read this time?”

 

He smirked and looked up at Raditz to see him standing with the tennis racket in front of him held by both hands. The tank top he wore hung loosely on him, showing his muscles. The auburn tail wrapped around his waist to keep out of the way. Vegeta's eyes traveled down further to the gym shorts he wore and he absently noted that Raditz did, indeed, look good in sports gear.

 

Vegeta hit the ball again like he did before. He frowned as Raditz missed again, before he couldn't help cracking up laughing at his mate.

 

“Shut up! I don't like this stupid game!!” Raditz growled, irritated at the stupid little sphere that seemed to mock him with each bounce on the ground.

 

“We've only been playing for what…. Ten, fifteen minutes?”

 

“Shut up.” Raditz walked over to one of the fenced walls and plopped down, elbows on his knees, grumbling.

 

The prince sighed and padded over to the other Saiyan to sit next to him. He looked at him and thought back to the first time Raditz came to him. He smirked as he realized how much of a distraction Raditz really was and he wondered if they would last forever with their flesh and blood.

 

The two sat in a comfortable silence when Raditz leaned his head on Vegeta's shoulder.

 

“I don't want to go back to Freiza's planet, Vegeta.” He sighed.

 

“Yeah, me either. I think he's a faggot, and we should blow him up.”

 

Raditz chuckled and nuzzled Vegeta's shoulder. “I concur.”

 

The two were silent for a little while longer before the older Saiyan spoke again.

 

“Vegeta, why are you here? I mean… the people here are just… strange. Like there's something wrong with them. Why don't you just leave? How `bout you and I get out of here?” Raditz lifted his head to look into his mate's eyes.

 

Vegeta got real quiet before chewing on his tongue, pondering the questions. The sun was starting to draw near the ground, making the five o' clock hour mark.

 

“There's… something… here.” He paused before taking hold of Raditz' hand. “Something that's holding me back… like I can't leave.”

 

Vegeta closed his eyes as he imagined himself stepping into a light with his arms opened and his eyes were searching widely.

 

“Would you not like to be sitting on top of the world with your legs hanging free?” He heard Raditz say in a soft voice.

 

He smiled and opened his eyes as he suddenly felt weightless. Raditz stood and held onto Vegeta's hand..

 

“Would you not like to be okay?” The longer haired Saiyan asked as hi body started to float in the air, lifting his prince up with him.

 

Vegeta suddenly remembered he could fly and he used his ki and he really did wish he could be okay and to be able to sit on the top of the world. The thought ran up through his toes up to his ankles to his soul and he was blown away.