(A/N): Damn, this better not become a regular occurence. I'm so sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me lately. I'm always so busy, studies suck! I'd rather read and write fan fics all day (who wouldn't) but until I don't finish and stuff, I really don't have any other choice. Forgive me for being a stupid idiot, and I hope you're still interested and that you still remember about this fic. Maybe, I just need to put my head in the right place and things will work out. Yeah, ok, now I'll shut up.
Please don't kill me, I haven't forgotten (yet, at least):
Tatoosh: I know it might have been too short for your liking.... but now when I type the stuff out, I actually add on to it, so originally, it was even shorter than that. Yeah, this still isn't over by a long shot.
Buzz: Glad you like the fic! I dunno, the idea just popped in my head and poof. Sorry for not updating sooner.
Lady Sakura-chan: Glad you like the scene. Anyway, here's the next chap for ya!
Blulily19: It was sweet but I don't know if it was THAT sweet. Well, here you go.
Tyndale: Thanks for the wonderful compliments. I'm glad you like it. Btw, if you're the same Tyndale that wrote that fic "The Fall of a Mighty Prince" I really love your fic and you are an awesome writer and can't believe you like mine. It's so freaky! If you're not, I feel stupid then. :(
riku-the-dark-angel: I'm so sorry, please don't pull your hair out! Here, I'll paste them back together for you. ^_^;
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z/GT. Well, I better get my butt through college and get a great paying job, if I want to have a chance to even buy a part of it.
Save Me From This Pain, Chapter Eight (Goku's POV)
Well, this is certainly a turn of events. At first, I didn't care if my life ended right there and then when I fainted like a weakling on the grass. I really wanted to die, and would've let it happen if Vegeta didn't come along. I can't believe Vegeta cares about me! Anyway, I shouldn't get carried away, I don't know for sure yet. Well, I would rather have it run deeper, more like love, and desire but for now, I guess this is fine. You can't always get what you want, right? I coughed silently, and blushed for my own stupidity and staring at Vegeta like a mad-Saiyan.
"S-so, Kakarotto, are you hungry by any chance?" he stammered a little, or so I think I heard him doing so.
"Well," my stomach rumbled out loud, signaling the affirmative, "Sure, I guess so."
"Hn, you're still the same old Kakarotto, well I'm going to wash up now, you could go downstairs and wait for me while I finish up here."
You are so wrong, Vegeta. I'm not the same old "Kakarotto" you think you know. I don't eat or train or take care of myself as I used to. Why? Because it doesn't help knowing that I can never have you. You don't even have a clue how much I love you, let alone feel the same way as I. It's ok though, I guess I'd better get used to having you as my best friend. I mean, what else can I ask for? Of course, as I thought this, he had already left from my sight. See what getting distracted so much gets you?
Sighing dejectedly, I stared at the spot he had stood on, just mere moments ago and headed downstairs. I tried not to make much noise as I went down the steps to wake up anybody, namely Trunks but it wouldn't matter much if he actually saw me, I could think of something to make up. What happened last night was the spur of a moment, it was something that didn't happen intentionally, or was planned out earlier and I wasn't about to go on and toexplain anyone what occured. Hell, Vegeta didn't exactly tell me every detail of last night, or why his beautiful body was snuggled against mine... damn, there I go again! But it wasn't everyday you woke up in the Saiyan prince's arms, so I had some right to be shocked, and maybe even brag about it. Well, to myself at least.
I walked slowly to the kitchen, not really with much enthusiasm. I truely WAS hungry, but recently, I began to ignore my stomach's requests. As hard as it was, the depression far outweighed my desire for food. So when I finally reached my destination, I just took a seat at the coffee table, waiting for Vegeta to come make breakfast or lunch, or whatever. Ha, how weird does that sound? While I awaited patiently for his return, Trunks came downstairs, still a little groggy but that cleared up when he saw me from the foot of the stairs. I think he even tripped down the stairs in surprise. Just like his father, trying to play off weakness or, in this case, clumsiness.
"G-Goku? Is that really you?!"
"Yep, this is no mirage, or at least I think so. How are you, Trunks?"
"You ol' comedian, you," he replied while hugging me, " I was wondering how you were, haven't seen you in a long time. I've been real busy lately."
"Sorry I haven't been coming along in a while, you know how I am, get distracted with lots of training and stuff, you know," I replied. If that was called a lie, it would be the biggest understatement of the year.
"I sure do," he said, "So, what made you decide to finally show up?"
"Uhh... well, you see, I guess I haven't had a friendly spar with your father in a long time so that's why I came, and to check up on you guys, ya know?"
"Yeah, seems reasonable," Trunks replied, "Say, how about I get started on breakfast while we wait for my dad?"
"Sure, whatever you want to do is fine with me," I said. Well, you got away without saying the truth, I thought to myself.
I once again went back and started to think about yesterday. I felt so down in the dumps and depressed. I recall walking and falling to the ground and breaking down in tears. Must've collapsed right there. I really owe Vegeta, big time, on that one. And I would gladly pay my dues, if he asked me to be his sex slave, boy would I jump in for the chance right away!
As I smirked a little because of my hentai thoughts, Vegeta came walking down the stairs. So regal, so majestic, so tantalizing, I better had not begun to drool like a starving dog! He glanced my way, recognizing my presence, and Trunks finished putting food to cook, probably left overs from the day before.
"I guess Kakarotto couldn't wait for me to start breakfast," he grunted softly. That's the Vegeta I know!
I looked in his direction and smiled the traditional and ever-famous Son grin while I put my right hand behind my head, scratching it in mock embarrassment. He just shook his head at me.
"No, I offered to start it ahead, and he said it was okay," Trunks replied, "So we could immediately sit down to eat, once it's done that is."
I saw Vegeta's change of attire for the first time. He changed into a white tank top that hid absolutely nothing, if not make his chest and upper body more appealing, and navy blue shorts that showed off his nice legs and fit snuggly around his nice ass. I do believe he's worn them before. To get to touch the smooth globes... I blushed a cherry tomato red and slapped the nagging thought away.
All the while, Trunks kept working on the food and Vegeta had taken a seat across from me. He was looking at me every now and then, trying to say something but managing not to. At least that's what I think was happening. Is he trying to pick a conversation with me?
"Food's done," Trunks informed the beginning of our consumption of body fuel. He set down all the food items, one by one, and sat on Vegeta's right hand side, to my left.
An invisible bell went off, and we began consuming the food. We ate silently, but it was hard to dig in my food and eat it with as much vigor as I used to. I hadn't done it in a long time but I tried to keep my image up. There was no conversation but it wasn't like it was a must or anything, we just don't do that. Various minutes went by and I seemed to barely manage to finish first, Vegeta slightly after, followed by Trunks. Vegeta adorned a very satisfied look on his face and I mean who wouldn't? I don't know if Trunks actually made this, but it was good food.
"Well guys," Trunks broke the silence, "I think I should be heading out to work, call me if you need anything, especially you Goku."
"Alright Trunks," I replied, "Thanks." He answered with a 'no problem' as he quickly adjusted his coat and departed to the office. There was an uneasy silence, I mean it was just bound to happen. I was left all alone with Vegeta, what else would you expect?
(A/N): Another chapter down. I hope this is enough to satisfy your hunger for now, I will see to updating much sooner, this week was just a flop. Although I can't promise anything, I'll try my best and you could just threaten me if I don't. Eh, I'm just kidding. Before I go, if there are any Yu-Gi-Oh! yaoi fan fic readers out there, I've been tackling the idea of making a yaoi fic with a Jou x Seto pairing, others probably implied like Yugi x Yami. Nothing angsty, just a romantic, probably slightly humorous hook up. The question is, should I go for it? Or should I drop it? I just don't wanna go out there without knowing that at least someone thinks I should go for it, you know, like some support. Your opinions will be greatly appreciated. I'll love you forever! Until the next chapter...
Please don't kill me, I haven't forgotten (yet, at least):
Tatoosh: I know it might have been too short for your liking.... but now when I type the stuff out, I actually add on to it, so originally, it was even shorter than that. Yeah, this still isn't over by a long shot.
Buzz: Glad you like the fic! I dunno, the idea just popped in my head and poof. Sorry for not updating sooner.
Lady Sakura-chan: Glad you like the scene. Anyway, here's the next chap for ya!
Blulily19: It was sweet but I don't know if it was THAT sweet. Well, here you go.
Tyndale: Thanks for the wonderful compliments. I'm glad you like it. Btw, if you're the same Tyndale that wrote that fic "The Fall of a Mighty Prince" I really love your fic and you are an awesome writer and can't believe you like mine. It's so freaky! If you're not, I feel stupid then. :(
riku-the-dark-angel: I'm so sorry, please don't pull your hair out! Here, I'll paste them back together for you. ^_^;
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z/GT. Well, I better get my butt through college and get a great paying job, if I want to have a chance to even buy a part of it.
Save Me From This Pain, Chapter Eight (Goku's POV)
Well, this is certainly a turn of events. At first, I didn't care if my life ended right there and then when I fainted like a weakling on the grass. I really wanted to die, and would've let it happen if Vegeta didn't come along. I can't believe Vegeta cares about me! Anyway, I shouldn't get carried away, I don't know for sure yet. Well, I would rather have it run deeper, more like love, and desire but for now, I guess this is fine. You can't always get what you want, right? I coughed silently, and blushed for my own stupidity and staring at Vegeta like a mad-Saiyan.
"S-so, Kakarotto, are you hungry by any chance?" he stammered a little, or so I think I heard him doing so.
"Well," my stomach rumbled out loud, signaling the affirmative, "Sure, I guess so."
"Hn, you're still the same old Kakarotto, well I'm going to wash up now, you could go downstairs and wait for me while I finish up here."
You are so wrong, Vegeta. I'm not the same old "Kakarotto" you think you know. I don't eat or train or take care of myself as I used to. Why? Because it doesn't help knowing that I can never have you. You don't even have a clue how much I love you, let alone feel the same way as I. It's ok though, I guess I'd better get used to having you as my best friend. I mean, what else can I ask for? Of course, as I thought this, he had already left from my sight. See what getting distracted so much gets you?
Sighing dejectedly, I stared at the spot he had stood on, just mere moments ago and headed downstairs. I tried not to make much noise as I went down the steps to wake up anybody, namely Trunks but it wouldn't matter much if he actually saw me, I could think of something to make up. What happened last night was the spur of a moment, it was something that didn't happen intentionally, or was planned out earlier and I wasn't about to go on and toexplain anyone what occured. Hell, Vegeta didn't exactly tell me every detail of last night, or why his beautiful body was snuggled against mine... damn, there I go again! But it wasn't everyday you woke up in the Saiyan prince's arms, so I had some right to be shocked, and maybe even brag about it. Well, to myself at least.
I walked slowly to the kitchen, not really with much enthusiasm. I truely WAS hungry, but recently, I began to ignore my stomach's requests. As hard as it was, the depression far outweighed my desire for food. So when I finally reached my destination, I just took a seat at the coffee table, waiting for Vegeta to come make breakfast or lunch, or whatever. Ha, how weird does that sound? While I awaited patiently for his return, Trunks came downstairs, still a little groggy but that cleared up when he saw me from the foot of the stairs. I think he even tripped down the stairs in surprise. Just like his father, trying to play off weakness or, in this case, clumsiness.
"G-Goku? Is that really you?!"
"Yep, this is no mirage, or at least I think so. How are you, Trunks?"
"You ol' comedian, you," he replied while hugging me, " I was wondering how you were, haven't seen you in a long time. I've been real busy lately."
"Sorry I haven't been coming along in a while, you know how I am, get distracted with lots of training and stuff, you know," I replied. If that was called a lie, it would be the biggest understatement of the year.
"I sure do," he said, "So, what made you decide to finally show up?"
"Uhh... well, you see, I guess I haven't had a friendly spar with your father in a long time so that's why I came, and to check up on you guys, ya know?"
"Yeah, seems reasonable," Trunks replied, "Say, how about I get started on breakfast while we wait for my dad?"
"Sure, whatever you want to do is fine with me," I said. Well, you got away without saying the truth, I thought to myself.
I once again went back and started to think about yesterday. I felt so down in the dumps and depressed. I recall walking and falling to the ground and breaking down in tears. Must've collapsed right there. I really owe Vegeta, big time, on that one. And I would gladly pay my dues, if he asked me to be his sex slave, boy would I jump in for the chance right away!
As I smirked a little because of my hentai thoughts, Vegeta came walking down the stairs. So regal, so majestic, so tantalizing, I better had not begun to drool like a starving dog! He glanced my way, recognizing my presence, and Trunks finished putting food to cook, probably left overs from the day before.
"I guess Kakarotto couldn't wait for me to start breakfast," he grunted softly. That's the Vegeta I know!
I looked in his direction and smiled the traditional and ever-famous Son grin while I put my right hand behind my head, scratching it in mock embarrassment. He just shook his head at me.
"No, I offered to start it ahead, and he said it was okay," Trunks replied, "So we could immediately sit down to eat, once it's done that is."
I saw Vegeta's change of attire for the first time. He changed into a white tank top that hid absolutely nothing, if not make his chest and upper body more appealing, and navy blue shorts that showed off his nice legs and fit snuggly around his nice ass. I do believe he's worn them before. To get to touch the smooth globes... I blushed a cherry tomato red and slapped the nagging thought away.
All the while, Trunks kept working on the food and Vegeta had taken a seat across from me. He was looking at me every now and then, trying to say something but managing not to. At least that's what I think was happening. Is he trying to pick a conversation with me?
"Food's done," Trunks informed the beginning of our consumption of body fuel. He set down all the food items, one by one, and sat on Vegeta's right hand side, to my left.
An invisible bell went off, and we began consuming the food. We ate silently, but it was hard to dig in my food and eat it with as much vigor as I used to. I hadn't done it in a long time but I tried to keep my image up. There was no conversation but it wasn't like it was a must or anything, we just don't do that. Various minutes went by and I seemed to barely manage to finish first, Vegeta slightly after, followed by Trunks. Vegeta adorned a very satisfied look on his face and I mean who wouldn't? I don't know if Trunks actually made this, but it was good food.
"Well guys," Trunks broke the silence, "I think I should be heading out to work, call me if you need anything, especially you Goku."
"Alright Trunks," I replied, "Thanks." He answered with a 'no problem' as he quickly adjusted his coat and departed to the office. There was an uneasy silence, I mean it was just bound to happen. I was left all alone with Vegeta, what else would you expect?
(A/N): Another chapter down. I hope this is enough to satisfy your hunger for now, I will see to updating much sooner, this week was just a flop. Although I can't promise anything, I'll try my best and you could just threaten me if I don't. Eh, I'm just kidding. Before I go, if there are any Yu-Gi-Oh! yaoi fan fic readers out there, I've been tackling the idea of making a yaoi fic with a Jou x Seto pairing, others probably implied like Yugi x Yami. Nothing angsty, just a romantic, probably slightly humorous hook up. The question is, should I go for it? Or should I drop it? I just don't wanna go out there without knowing that at least someone thinks I should go for it, you know, like some support. Your opinions will be greatly appreciated. I'll love you forever! Until the next chapter...