Drabble 5 - Rhapsody
4 : a musical composition of irregular form having an improvisatory character Bottom of Form
Kakarrot sighed and leaned back, stretching out teenage-lanky legs. "Eh, I'm stuck. Can I copy your work instead?"
"Don't disturb me." Vegeta mumbled as he chewed absently on his lower lip, pencil scratching away.
Kakarrot watched the blue tip weaving across the paper hypnotically as it filled the paper with neat characters. Vegeta was not only a good fighter, but he was also smart and cosmopolitan. He had grown up with the prince; the two of them were the best fighters in their age bracket, and had always felt relaxed around the prince. Lately however, small things that never mattered to him previously now stuck out and made him feel lacking.
Kakarrot's eyes flickered back to his own homework; a few messily scribbled equations and then a glaring expense of nothing. Because he sucked at maths. Perhaps if he asked Vegeta to..
A faint beeping sound interrupted the silence, and Vegeta reached for his scouter crossly. "What?"
Kakarrot watched the prince's scowl deepened as he growled. "Oh fine. Yeah, yeah.. you owe me."
"What was that about?"
"Shit. Now I lost my train of thought." Vegeta looked down at the paper in disgust. "Ciaran couldn't make it for the performance this weekend and I hate to go alone."
"Oh." Kakarrot fell silent as he thought furiously. While Vegeta trained with him, the Saiyajin prince often sought out the Sidhe royal when he needed a companion for the many cultural events he had to attend. Here was his chance..
"Kakarrot.."
The taller boy looked up, surprised at the hesitant tone in the usually confident prince's voice. "Yeah?"
"Is.. Radditz free.. this Sixth-day?"
"What?" Kakarrot exclaimed. "Why Radditz?"
"Nothing.. I just thought that perhaps.." Vegeta flushed, his eyes fixated on his pencil as he rolled the writing instrument between his fingers. "That.. he might like.."
Kakarrot may have had spats with his irritating brother, but he never truly hated the elder until that moment. It was just too unfair! Radditz was one of the prince's bodyguards, true, but otherwise, he hardly knew Vegeta!
"What about me?"
Vegeta looked up, his expression puzzled. "What about you?"
"I mean.." Kakarrot fumbled, ears feeling hot as his own pencil suddenly became interesting. "I..I can accompany you.."
"I didn't think you would appreciate it." Vegeta cocked his head; clueless to the anguish he was causing the other. "It's a jazz performance by several visiting orchestras, Nocturnal Rhapsody, slow rhythms and improvisation. You will probably find it boring."
Kakarrot wanted to slide under the table. "But Radditz doesn't go for such events as well.."
"Oh." A pause. "Um, never mind then."
He watched as the usually poised royal doodled little coils on his neat homework. The prince had often called him an idiot, and maybe that was why he opened his mouth again. "But I'll ask him anyway at dinner tonight."
"You will?" Vegeta blinked. "Ah, cool. Thanks."
Yeah, he wouldn't enjoy the stupid performance anyway.
Kakarrot bent back to his assignment, repeating that to himself.
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4 : a musical composition of irregular form having an improvisatory character Bottom of Form
Kakarrot sighed and leaned back, stretching out teenage-lanky legs. "Eh, I'm stuck. Can I copy your work instead?"
"Don't disturb me." Vegeta mumbled as he chewed absently on his lower lip, pencil scratching away.
Kakarrot watched the blue tip weaving across the paper hypnotically as it filled the paper with neat characters. Vegeta was not only a good fighter, but he was also smart and cosmopolitan. He had grown up with the prince; the two of them were the best fighters in their age bracket, and had always felt relaxed around the prince. Lately however, small things that never mattered to him previously now stuck out and made him feel lacking.
Kakarrot's eyes flickered back to his own homework; a few messily scribbled equations and then a glaring expense of nothing. Because he sucked at maths. Perhaps if he asked Vegeta to..
A faint beeping sound interrupted the silence, and Vegeta reached for his scouter crossly. "What?"
Kakarrot watched the prince's scowl deepened as he growled. "Oh fine. Yeah, yeah.. you owe me."
"What was that about?"
"Shit. Now I lost my train of thought." Vegeta looked down at the paper in disgust. "Ciaran couldn't make it for the performance this weekend and I hate to go alone."
"Oh." Kakarrot fell silent as he thought furiously. While Vegeta trained with him, the Saiyajin prince often sought out the Sidhe royal when he needed a companion for the many cultural events he had to attend. Here was his chance..
"Kakarrot.."
The taller boy looked up, surprised at the hesitant tone in the usually confident prince's voice. "Yeah?"
"Is.. Radditz free.. this Sixth-day?"
"What?" Kakarrot exclaimed. "Why Radditz?"
"Nothing.. I just thought that perhaps.." Vegeta flushed, his eyes fixated on his pencil as he rolled the writing instrument between his fingers. "That.. he might like.."
Kakarrot may have had spats with his irritating brother, but he never truly hated the elder until that moment. It was just too unfair! Radditz was one of the prince's bodyguards, true, but otherwise, he hardly knew Vegeta!
"What about me?"
Vegeta looked up, his expression puzzled. "What about you?"
"I mean.." Kakarrot fumbled, ears feeling hot as his own pencil suddenly became interesting. "I..I can accompany you.."
"I didn't think you would appreciate it." Vegeta cocked his head; clueless to the anguish he was causing the other. "It's a jazz performance by several visiting orchestras, Nocturnal Rhapsody, slow rhythms and improvisation. You will probably find it boring."
Kakarrot wanted to slide under the table. "But Radditz doesn't go for such events as well.."
"Oh." A pause. "Um, never mind then."
He watched as the usually poised royal doodled little coils on his neat homework. The prince had often called him an idiot, and maybe that was why he opened his mouth again. "But I'll ask him anyway at dinner tonight."
"You will?" Vegeta blinked. "Ah, cool. Thanks."
Yeah, he wouldn't enjoy the stupid performance anyway.
Kakarrot bent back to his assignment, repeating that to himself.
(499 words)