Pairing:
RaditzxZarbon
Rating: G
Warning: Shounen-ai,
AU.
Word count: 476
Disclaimer: I own nothing in
connection with the characters used in this fanfiction.
Decoration
Zarbon travelled a lot, therefore observed many customs from countless cultures. Every now and again he brought a little bit of some back with him. Some Raditz enjoyed and was happy to put up with. Others not so much.
The current one was the latter. Raditz had tried to voice a complaint but one stern look from Zarbon had informed the Saiyan that it was happening, whether he liked it or not. And so Raditz had sat himself down to do the only thing he could when Zarbon gave him that particular look; chew in a piece of raw meat and think about how idiotic this idea was. Try as he might, the Saiyan could not understand why putting a dead tree in the corner and decorating it with small lights, plastic ornaments and some sort of sparkly string was a good idea.
Then again, he had been with Zarbon for long enough to know what the attraction was for him. The excuse Zarbon had given was a quick explanation, in a tired voice, about how it wasn't a bad thing to try something new every once in a while. The residents of the planet Earth had done it for years, and no harm had come.
Raditz knew that the real reason was because Zarbon thought it was pretty. And, when Raditz suddenly reminded himself that Zarbon had the worst case of 'magpie syndrome' (as the Saiyan had dubbed it), he decided to just let him get on with it. In fact, he found that he quickly grew more and more content to just sit and watch as Zarbon paid careful attention to each and every detail and fuss over colour clashing.
"Don't you have anything better to do?" Zarbon asked, not even looking over his shoulder.
Raditz swallowed his last mouthful of meat. "Nope."
"Then you might as well pass me that," Zarbon gestured to a pile of the strange, sparkly string.
"Which one?" said Raditz, reluctantly getting up from where he had made himself comfortable.
"The gold one."
Raditz frowned. "They're all gold."
"Then bring the pile."
Raditz scooped the small pile into his arms, raising an eyebrow at their light weight and odd feel against his skin. He took them over to where Zarbon was by the tree and was about to dump them down again when:
"Now you can start putting them on."
"What?" Raditz eyed him suspiciously. "You know that, however I'll do it, you'll disapprove."
"That's why I'm going to tell you how I'd like it done, and why you'll follow my instructions."
It took Raditz a while before he suddenly realised that Zarbon had managed to get him involved in the stupid Earth custom. So he settled with 'accidentally' brushing his hand over any part of Zarbon's body he could reach as often as he could. Zarbon didn't complain.
END