This is my December
This is my snow covered home
This is my December
This is me alone
Silece reigned upon the large house, the only thing breaking the peace was a brief coughing bout now and then. Upstairs, in the bedroom the two shared, Goku was propped by a few pillows behind him, covered up with thick blankets. Vegeta was by his side, holding his hand as the other moaned.
"Man I feel bad," the Son managed, turning his head to meet the worried eyes yet calm face of his mate, Vegeta.
"Of course you would. You're sick." Vegeta smirked, "I still can't believe you caught that stupid human virus, what is it called, the flu? Yes, that's it. Only weak saiyajins become sick." Vegeta's smirk was one of superiority, and the larger simply sighed, smiling.
"Heh, you can't even spar now."
"Okay Vegeta, whatever you--" Goku began as he was interrupted by a large rumble. His cheeks reddened. The ouji's smirk widened.
"Let me get something before your sickness makes you delirious with hunger, and you decide to chew on me a bit." Vegeta stood from where he was sitting on the bed, and casually walked out of the room. Five minutes later, he returned with a huge saiyajin-sized bowl filled with none other than chicken soup. The sick man's moth instantly began to water, and as if on cue his stomach grumbled again. Vegeta sat at the edge of the bed and placed the bowl down on a bedside table. He picked up a spoon and, after carefully blowing on it, brought it to the other saiyajin's mouth. Goku immediately gulped the soup down, and as Vegeta's hand moved to retreat, Goku gave one of his fingers an experimental nip.
"No Kakarotto, I told you, you are in no condition for sex."
"Aww! But--"
"No is final Kakarotto."
The man sighed in defeat, accpting the next spoonfull with no further attempts.
A few days later, Goku woke up and stretched lazily. He felt much better, and assumed that the flu had worn off. He stood up and put some pajama bottoms on, stretching again as he watched the sleeping form of his mate. Vegeta soon rolled over, then suddently bolted upright, covering his mouth, and wrapping his other arm around his stomach. He looked around the room frantically, before dashing into the bathroom. Goku cocked his head to the side as Vegeta made gagging sound in the bathroom, followed by splashing sounds. He heard his prince groan, then silence.
"KAKAROTTO!!!"
Goku sighed as he balanced two large plates holding two large bowls up the stairs of the CC building. He pushed the door open using his hip, and walked over to where a fuming saiyajin lay tucked underneath blankets, upper boddy cushioned by the many pillows behind him. Goku sat down on the bed and set the bowls down. He turned to his angry mate, hand clutching a spoon filled with hot soup.
"Now, what was that you were saying about how only weak saiyajins become sick?"
"......."
"Hmm? What's that, Vegeta?"
"Shut up."
Leave it to Vegeta to make remarks that only come back around to nip him in the butt. I rub my bare arms as I can recall his face, flushed red from the flu. It did feel awkward nursing him back to health, but in someway it made me feel good inside, like I was helping him. I felt so protective of my mate then. I can still remember every detail about him, down to the very last scar. The regal features, the straight and somewhat pointy nose, the high cheekbones, those deep black eyes that I found myself becoming lost in time and again...
I can never forget someone as unique and special as Vegeta no ouji.
No, not ouji...
Ou.
My Ou.
My everything.