Pairing: RaditzxZarbon
Rating: PG
Warning: Shounen-ai.
Word count: 230

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Disadvantages

So far, Zarbon had counted two disadvantages of sleeping with a Saiyan.

The first was something that he supposed would be unique to Raditz. That was rolling over and suddenly finding himself with a mouthful of hair.

The second had proved to be much more of an annoyance. Raditz came from a warrior race, so it was only natural that his dreams would be of fighting and battle. The problem was that his body would move to those dreams. Zarbon was often woken by a leg kicking his knees, a tail whipping at his waist, or an elbow being jammed into his ribs. Sometimes he would find himself half on the floor if the Saiyan happened to be having a particularly intense dream.

Raditz knew about what he did. Zarbon would always make sure of that by hitting him back twice as hard, and then kicking him out of the bed altogether.

A few hours later, he would wake up to see Raditz curled up on the floor beside him. If one of Zarbon's arms happened to be hanging over the edge, there would always be a tail wrapped loosely around his wrist.

At that point, Zarbon often wondered why he didn't throw the Saiyan right out into the hallways, like he knew he should. But that thought never lingered for long, so then he would start stroking the tail.

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