Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z or Dragonball GT. They belong to their appropriate owners.

Warnings: blood, violence, yaoi, lemon, strong language and more



Everything is gone
by sol-chan

III
reason to live

6th May 784, 10:06:30 a.m.
East District

Gokou soaked a cloth in the water and reached to wipe the blood away of Vejita's wounded arm. But slighter warrior made a move to stop him as he felt the cold touch.

" Kakkarotsu... don't..."

" Why ? What is it ?" Asked Gokou.

" There are... more important things... right now..." Said Vejita softly, light blood flowing now constantly from his slightly opened mouth over the lips trembling in effort to catch the next breath.

Gokou was looking with worry at the amount of it. At this pace, Vejita was going to run out of blood in the next few minutes, he had to take the offending ribs out of his lungs. Why wasn't he letting him do this ?

" I'm... going to die... anyway but you... can still save yourself..." Whispered Vejita and began to cough again.

" What are you talking about ?"

" Moron... We were... both exposed to the... radiation... but one can avoid the sickness... at least... partially..." He stopped to catch deeper breath, soft whistle inside his chest accompanying it.

" How ?"

" That's simple... Take all the dust... off you... and clothes..."

" You mean I'm supposed to wash it away ?"

" Yeah... and destroy the clothes... and all you had with you... there... blast them to hell..." Vejita stopped as he slid down of the couch and vomited on the ground.

" Your stomach is wounded ?" Asked Gokou helping him back up.

" No... That's... because of all that blood... in my throat..."

Gokou wiped Vejita's mouth off the blood and vomit with the cloth and looked down at himself. There was the slightest dust on his gi, left from the destroyed Gravity Room. It was radioactive, so it could kill, Vejita was right about destroying the clothes and washing first. Gokou stood up and took his boots, both his shirts and pants off, staying in the underwear.

" Uhm... Vejita, am I supposed to destroy the underwear as well ?"

" Yeah..." Muttered Vejita through the blood filling his mouth again.

" So... maybe... turn back."

Gokou shivered seeing the chilling look in Vejita's black eyes. He could only imagine what would have happened if Vejita would have been able to move, what way he would have chosen to kill him... Only now he realized that maybe this hadn't been the best thing to say...

" You thought... you tricked me, Kakka... rotsu ? I know that you know full well.... that I don't see anything... anyway... so don't humiliate me !" Growled Vejita softly.

So, Vejita realized already that he knew, he should have excepted it anyway... and he had hurt his pride, not on purpose, but still. And knowing the man it was hurting him more than any of his physical wounds.
He had lost much himself, all his family and friends, but Vejita... had lost even so much more, his health and sight, and he wasn't here to make it worse, for Kami's sake.

" S... Sorry, Vejita." Said Gokou sheepishly taking off his underwear and ignoring that impression that Vejita was watching him. It didn't matter now anyway considering what he had to do. He threw his clothes to the pile on the floor and blasted them away. " Your turn."

" What ?" Asked Vejita weakly hearing and feeling Gokou approaching him.

" Relax." Whispered younger Saiya-jin coming close to him and reaching for his spandex shirt. There was no way to take it off not causing more pain by moving his arms so Gokou torned the shreds remaining of it in half and threw it to the floor, reaching then for his pants. He took it off, his eyes widening slightly, which Vejita didn't know, as he realized shorter warrior hadn't any underwear under it. That was kinda weird, to wear just the spandex that was feeling like if you had nothing on, but it was the last thing that mattered now. He destroyed the torned remnents of the blue suit laying on the floor, took Vejita up and brought him to the bathroom. Still, to his relief, Vejita wasn't protesting. Little body under his hands was limp, completely limp, soaked in drying blood and seemed weak and defenseless and somewhere there, deep inside him, the need to protect it, him, Vejita, was awakening. To protect him, but against what, if everything worst had already happened ?
He sat Vejita down in the tub and filled it with just a bit of warm water. He had to be careful, as to wash the shorter warrior of the dried blood and radioactive dust and not to soak his wounds too much doing so.

" You... don't have to... to... do this..." Said Vejita softly.

" Shh... I said it before, I won't leave you like this to die." He said as softly, just above whisper and first washed himself up, before reaching for the sponge, soaping it and running it down Vejita's back, covered in old scars and fresh wounds, washing all the blood and dust away, moving then to his muscular arms, unable to move, to his compact chest marred with scars which descent he couldn't guess or understand, then to his legs, which luckily weren't broken, only too weak to hold him. The warmth of the water and the soothing feeling of the larger hands over his hurt body had caused Vejita to relax, the tension of his muscles going away. This was a good moment to put his bones in their places.
First Gokou finished washing himself, before reaching for Vejita's right arm and quickly running his hand down it, setting the bones in few fast skilled moves. Shorter warrior barely whimpered at the sudden pain shoting through his arm, gritted firmly teeth muffling next cries. The same old Vejita... no matter what was happening not letting anyone see his weakness...
Gokou reached for his left arm. It was going to be much more painful for him this time, as the crushed bones had broken the skin and created several wounds. He was trying to do it as fast as possible, sight of Vejita, breaking the skin on his lips by clenching his teeth too hard and the tears appearing in his black eyes, caused something inside him to torn apart. He couldn't stand seeing people hurt or in pain, unless he was really angry at them. He reached his hand to wipe the tears of pain off Vejita's eyes, then get a bit of shampoo and put it on his unruly hair. As his, it fell down on shorter warrior's shoulders as soon as it got in contact with the water. He laughed softly shampooing it.

" What ?" Growled Vejita.

" Nothing. You're just looking funny like that, with your hair down." Answered Gokou entwining his hands in soft ebony strands. He never thought Vejita's hair could be that soft, softer than his, just by the look of it. He rinsed it then and wiped it with a towel, then shampooed his own. As he was done, he took Vejita out of the tub and wiped him whole with a large towel, then wrapped in it and brought back to the living room, where he laid him back down on the couch.

" Feeling better, Vejita ? You stopped bleeding." He said, not really excepting an answer. " I'll be right back." He said going upstairs to find some clothes for himself.

Vejita moved on the couch to the more comfortable half-sitting position, immobilizing his broken ribs, if just a bit, easing that way the terrible pain that was accompaying his every breath. He tried once again to take his right arm up, but still to no avail, about moving left he couldn't even dream, all that was left from it were the smashed remnants, his luck in the disaster was that he had lost the feeling in it and at least didn't feel any pain because of this. He coughed a bit of blood again. He was seriously injured, more than seriously, mortally, but yet again he was somewhat familiar with it, he had been seriously wounded before, what was worrying him more was that he still couldn't see, nothing, nothing but blackness. If he could at least say if there was light or darkness around him, it would matter there was a chance that he would have his sight back, one day, but he couldn't see even that. So even if he was going to live, he was going to live only to be blind... He didn't want such a life, not now, when there was any body to live for either, when whole his family was dead anyway. Kakkarotsu should have left him there, in the ruins of the Capsule Corp., his former home, and let him die and join his family in the afterlife. He wanted to die... and he was going to die... it wasn't that hard for him... his body and mind trained in the self-discipline enough as to let him stop his heart from beating with his will alone...
Kakkarotsu was going to stay alone, but he wasn't giving a fuck... Kakkarotsu wasn't enough of a reason to live...

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