AN: Hello, and greetings! Some of you may remember me as Vegates-Sama, the
lonely little eleven year old girl who was posting on the site prematurely.
Yes, when I was posting here, I was only eleven years old.
Some of you may remember some of my stories, such as, " Trench Coat", "Cherry and Blueberry", and, "Whatever Lies Beyond This Morning" to name a few of the most popular.
I know I've been a really crappy author. I started posting on FF.net when I was too young. I abandonned you all and quit writing for almost a year. The truth is I myself was deserted by the person I love dearly. And, you know who you are, if you're reading this, I'm still wondering where you went.
So, *coughs* enough with the sadness. The good news is I'm back, and I'm thirteen now, so I can legally say, " HEY! I'm thirteen and I have every bit as much as you do to write here".
This fic was by far the most successful I've ever had, and it's one of my personal favorites. It spans almost twenty conplete chapters, and it wasn't even near finished when I stopped writing fanfics.
So, here's the deal: it's been revised, brought back to life with new grammatical improvement. The first two chapters were lost, probably deleted on accident, so I've completely re-written them, including the lemon.
SO... I'm back. Let's all cheer for that. I know some people are booing me too, but hopefully I can show them that I've improved my writing skills.
I'll be posting chapters as quickly as possible. It won't take much time to improve the grammar mistakes, so I'll update fairly quickly. The new chapters will begin once I get to chapter 22 or so.
I'M BACK!!!!!
-Doodle9, or, as you all know me best, Vegates Sama.
I've never felt like this before. Sure I've had a cold once or twice in my life, but I was a healthy person. Heck,probably the healthiest person on Earth, considering I was Saiya-Jin and all. Why now? What's wrong with me?
It feels like I'm on fire. It hurts, and I'm restless. I can't get any sleep, and the only relief from the burning feeling is the cold sweat that drips down my forhead. Tossing and turning, every position I lie in feels like the uncomfortable one.
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It had gradually grown worse over the days. His temperature had been increasing at an alarming rate and there wasn't too much that would help it. ChiChi had been taking care of him for awhile, but he felt bad that ChiChi practically waited on him hand and foot.
Was this a fever? Or combustion? Of course not. This was nothing like any fever he had had before and spontanious combustion was just rediculous, he didn't believe that for a second. It was very different from any virus he'd had before, and he had a feeling that if he didn't do something soon, it might go on for far longer than welcome.
He felt sore all over now. It was the third night of it. Finally, that night, he had to cry out, " Chi Chi!!"He needed some kind of help, or he feared that he might. . . he could die.
Dammit, now that he and ChiChi had started sleeping in separate rooms on opposite ends of the cottage, he wished they hadn't. The fact was, ChiChi had kicked Goku out of the room because of his snoring habbits and had been forced to now sleep in the Ox King's guest room.
Finally ChiChi rushed in, garbed in a white nightgown. Goku felt bad for waking her up at this time of night. It was probably 1:00 by now.
"Goku-san, what's wrong?"ChiChi asked, standing by the bed looking anxiously down at Goku who gripped the sheets. The sheets were cold but it did no good, the fire was coming from the inside.
"I'll take your temperature."ChiChi suggested, seeing it as the only way to find what was wrong with her husband. At first, she thought it was only a fever, but after three days of having it she knew it was getting much,much worse.
ChiChi reached over the bed and fetched the small glassy thermometer from the small nightstand beside the bed. Goku put it in his mouth, and they waited. At the appointed time, ChiChi took it out of his mouth and jumped with surprise, fear in her dark coal-like eyes.
" 105!!??" ChiChi screamed. In her distress she dropped the thermometer on the cold wooden floor. Goku sighed sadly and flopped back against the pillow, his breath heavier than ever now. It felt almost hard to breath.
" We need to get you to a hospital!" ChiChi exclaimed, but she was quickly silenced by Goku's rapidly shaking head.
" Goku-san..? Don't be an idiot!! Do you want to die??"
" ChiChi, I'm a Saiya-jin. I'll be alright."
At this, ChiChi's eyes filled with tears," That's always your excuse," she said, " Just because you're a Saiya-jin, you think you're invincible?? What about the heart virus?? What if you've caught it again??"
Goku felt to tired to argue with her. But he wasn't going to a hopsital. Somehow he knew that, even though it was painful, he had gotten this plague for some kind of reason. Whether it was good or bad, whether he was going to die or pull through it, that's how it was.
Besides... he felt as though, even if he went to the hospital, he somehow knew that this was coming from the core of his being, and that wasn't just something commonly caught.
ChiChi's face looked twisted up with fury. She kicked the thermometer across the floor in frustration.
" Have it your way!"She yelled," See whether or not you'll want to go see a doctor tomorrow when it gets worse! Just because you're a Saiya-jin doesn't mean that you're invincible!!"
Goku had already lied his head down against the pillow and pulled the covers far above his spikey head when he heard the door slam angrily behind his wife.
Afterwards, he thought silently of what her last comment had been. It was scary to think about... could this really kill him? Could he just fall asleep and die because of this thing? Maybe his instincts were wrong..
He sat there for a long while, trying to get himself to fall asleep. It was probably 1:35 or so when he heard his window creak, making a loud noise.
At first he thought nothing of it. The house creaked and squeaked everywhere, it was so old. But he was proven wrong when he felt a gust of wind as the window was completely opened. Damn. . . why hadn't he locked it??
He stayed quiet, ready to defend himself. But he was so weak. The fever had taken everything out of him, and now that he thought clearly about it, he was probably too tired and worn out to do anything to defend himself.
He stayed quiet, his eyes wide as he heard the loud foot steps of the perpetraitor against the hard wood floor. Oh Kami... he knew those foot steps. They were engraved in his brain. If only if he could remember..
Then he felt a hand touch his shoulder from beneith the comforter. He flinched. The touch was astoundingly gentle.
" Kakarot." The voice said, in that deep, rich tone that Goku now knew deep inside his subconcious.
" Vegeta?"
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EEEEAAAHHH! R&R! I hope you all enjoyed the improvements. I'm not galloping back on a golden horse, mind you. I know I'm back on the bottom rung of fanfiction.net, but if you guys can re-read my stories and see them for what they are now, not what they were two years ago, then we'll get along just fine. I hope you enjoyed it ^__^ send me any constructive critisism you want!
Some of you may remember some of my stories, such as, " Trench Coat", "Cherry and Blueberry", and, "Whatever Lies Beyond This Morning" to name a few of the most popular.
I know I've been a really crappy author. I started posting on FF.net when I was too young. I abandonned you all and quit writing for almost a year. The truth is I myself was deserted by the person I love dearly. And, you know who you are, if you're reading this, I'm still wondering where you went.
So, *coughs* enough with the sadness. The good news is I'm back, and I'm thirteen now, so I can legally say, " HEY! I'm thirteen and I have every bit as much as you do to write here".
This fic was by far the most successful I've ever had, and it's one of my personal favorites. It spans almost twenty conplete chapters, and it wasn't even near finished when I stopped writing fanfics.
So, here's the deal: it's been revised, brought back to life with new grammatical improvement. The first two chapters were lost, probably deleted on accident, so I've completely re-written them, including the lemon.
SO... I'm back. Let's all cheer for that. I know some people are booing me too, but hopefully I can show them that I've improved my writing skills.
I'll be posting chapters as quickly as possible. It won't take much time to improve the grammar mistakes, so I'll update fairly quickly. The new chapters will begin once I get to chapter 22 or so.
I'M BACK!!!!!
-Doodle9, or, as you all know me best, Vegates Sama.
I've never felt like this before. Sure I've had a cold once or twice in my life, but I was a healthy person. Heck,probably the healthiest person on Earth, considering I was Saiya-Jin and all. Why now? What's wrong with me?
It feels like I'm on fire. It hurts, and I'm restless. I can't get any sleep, and the only relief from the burning feeling is the cold sweat that drips down my forhead. Tossing and turning, every position I lie in feels like the uncomfortable one.
~~~~~
It had gradually grown worse over the days. His temperature had been increasing at an alarming rate and there wasn't too much that would help it. ChiChi had been taking care of him for awhile, but he felt bad that ChiChi practically waited on him hand and foot.
Was this a fever? Or combustion? Of course not. This was nothing like any fever he had had before and spontanious combustion was just rediculous, he didn't believe that for a second. It was very different from any virus he'd had before, and he had a feeling that if he didn't do something soon, it might go on for far longer than welcome.
He felt sore all over now. It was the third night of it. Finally, that night, he had to cry out, " Chi Chi!!"He needed some kind of help, or he feared that he might. . . he could die.
Dammit, now that he and ChiChi had started sleeping in separate rooms on opposite ends of the cottage, he wished they hadn't. The fact was, ChiChi had kicked Goku out of the room because of his snoring habbits and had been forced to now sleep in the Ox King's guest room.
Finally ChiChi rushed in, garbed in a white nightgown. Goku felt bad for waking her up at this time of night. It was probably 1:00 by now.
"Goku-san, what's wrong?"ChiChi asked, standing by the bed looking anxiously down at Goku who gripped the sheets. The sheets were cold but it did no good, the fire was coming from the inside.
"I'll take your temperature."ChiChi suggested, seeing it as the only way to find what was wrong with her husband. At first, she thought it was only a fever, but after three days of having it she knew it was getting much,much worse.
ChiChi reached over the bed and fetched the small glassy thermometer from the small nightstand beside the bed. Goku put it in his mouth, and they waited. At the appointed time, ChiChi took it out of his mouth and jumped with surprise, fear in her dark coal-like eyes.
" 105!!??" ChiChi screamed. In her distress she dropped the thermometer on the cold wooden floor. Goku sighed sadly and flopped back against the pillow, his breath heavier than ever now. It felt almost hard to breath.
" We need to get you to a hospital!" ChiChi exclaimed, but she was quickly silenced by Goku's rapidly shaking head.
" Goku-san..? Don't be an idiot!! Do you want to die??"
" ChiChi, I'm a Saiya-jin. I'll be alright."
At this, ChiChi's eyes filled with tears," That's always your excuse," she said, " Just because you're a Saiya-jin, you think you're invincible?? What about the heart virus?? What if you've caught it again??"
Goku felt to tired to argue with her. But he wasn't going to a hopsital. Somehow he knew that, even though it was painful, he had gotten this plague for some kind of reason. Whether it was good or bad, whether he was going to die or pull through it, that's how it was.
Besides... he felt as though, even if he went to the hospital, he somehow knew that this was coming from the core of his being, and that wasn't just something commonly caught.
ChiChi's face looked twisted up with fury. She kicked the thermometer across the floor in frustration.
" Have it your way!"She yelled," See whether or not you'll want to go see a doctor tomorrow when it gets worse! Just because you're a Saiya-jin doesn't mean that you're invincible!!"
Goku had already lied his head down against the pillow and pulled the covers far above his spikey head when he heard the door slam angrily behind his wife.
Afterwards, he thought silently of what her last comment had been. It was scary to think about... could this really kill him? Could he just fall asleep and die because of this thing? Maybe his instincts were wrong..
He sat there for a long while, trying to get himself to fall asleep. It was probably 1:35 or so when he heard his window creak, making a loud noise.
At first he thought nothing of it. The house creaked and squeaked everywhere, it was so old. But he was proven wrong when he felt a gust of wind as the window was completely opened. Damn. . . why hadn't he locked it??
He stayed quiet, ready to defend himself. But he was so weak. The fever had taken everything out of him, and now that he thought clearly about it, he was probably too tired and worn out to do anything to defend himself.
He stayed quiet, his eyes wide as he heard the loud foot steps of the perpetraitor against the hard wood floor. Oh Kami... he knew those foot steps. They were engraved in his brain. If only if he could remember..
Then he felt a hand touch his shoulder from beneith the comforter. He flinched. The touch was astoundingly gentle.
" Kakarot." The voice said, in that deep, rich tone that Goku now knew deep inside his subconcious.
" Vegeta?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
EEEEAAAHHH! R&R! I hope you all enjoyed the improvements. I'm not galloping back on a golden horse, mind you. I know I'm back on the bottom rung of fanfiction.net, but if you guys can re-read my stories and see them for what they are now, not what they were two years ago, then we'll get along just fine. I hope you enjoyed it ^__^ send me any constructive critisism you want!