An- if you don't like shonen-ai, or yaoi, or G/V, don't read. And don't dare flame, because it creates bad karma, for you.
Bloody annoying flamers...grumbled Zogeta, as she stomped off.
Three more months until Bulma comes back, mused Vegeta, staring at his ceiling with his hands behind his head, looking at the clouds and dragons which he'd drawn onto the ceiling. Strangely, he didn't feel anything for her return anymore. Then his door banged open and Goku came bouncing in. The taller saiyan leaped and landed on Vegeta's double king size bed, and broke a few mattress springs. Vegeta heard them snapping, and winced as one of them almost went into his leg.
"Morning, Vegeta!" chanted Goku, sitting cross legged by Vegeta's feet.
"Do you need to be dewormed, Kakarot?" said Vegeta sarcastically, sitting up, the blankets pooling around his waist. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, then looked at Goku.
"Guess what!" said Goku excitedly.
"What?" said Vegeta without too much enthusiasm.
"It's Friday!"
"Well done. You've finally learnt the days of the week."
"It's half price day at the video shop! Fourteen videos for the price of seven! I got us a huge stack of our favourite animes!"
"Even Angel Wing X?" now Vegeta was excited. It's his and Goku's favourite anime. (AN: well, its like us and DBZ!)
"Yeah, even those! I got that one we've been trying to find for ages!"
"You mean the one where the main character Veku goes hyper-angel 3?"
"That one! Let's go, let's go, let's go! We've got the whole place to ourselves, Trunks and Goten are on school camp for two weeks and Bra is with her granny! What are you waiting for? A full moon?"
Vegeta smiled, he couldn't resist Goku's child-like enthusiasm. He swung his feet out of bed, stretched, and got up, digging in his cupboards for pants. Goku watched him, and noticed every contour and muscle of Vegeta's gorgeous body. He felt a little disappointed when Vegeta pulled on some navy blue tracksuit pants over his black silk boxers. He brushed his teeth and they went to the home theatre. They pulled up footstools, made a bowl of popcorn (each) and got a massive supply of sweets. They then finally settled down, ready for a movie marathon.
About halfway through the third movie, Goku noticed that Vegeta's head had dropped onto his shoulder. He tried to act as though it didn't faze him, but his body stiffened and he started sweating.
"Hey Vegeta, wake up! You're missing some great action scenes!" No reply. Strange. He waved his hand in front of Vegeta's face. No reaction. Odd. Usually that pissed Vegeta off. Goku put his fingers on Vegeta's neck, looking for a pulse. He found it, but it was incredibly weak, almost non-existent. Then Vegeta suddenly groaned and clutched his chest with his hand, looking as though he was in severe pain. His face contorted in agony, as he gripped Goku's leg with the other hand, gritting his teeth and groaning, refusing to give in to his desire to scream, refusing to admit that he was in serious trouble.
"OH NO! VEGETA!!" yelled Goku, grabbing Vegeta and teleporting him to the Lookout.
"Dende, where are you?!" Goku appeared on the lookout, holding Vegeta's arm around his shoulder, his other arm holding his narrow waist. Dende appeared and saw Goku.
"Hey, Goku, what's wrong?"
"That heart virus, Vegeta has it, I think! You've gotta heal him!" Vegeta moaned again, still holding his chest, as though he was trying to get a grip on the pain in his heart. His eyes were still a little open, he hadn't gone into a coma yet.
"K…Kakarot-"
"I'm here Vegeta, just hold on! Dende's going to help you!" Vegeta's legs gave out under him, and he almost fell to the floor, but Goku held him up. His eyes closed, and he was silent, for a little while. Dende put his hands out towards Vegeta, and golden light soon appeared all around the saiyan. Dende maintained the glow for a little while, then allowed it to fade. Vegeta's face relaxed, and Goku breathed a sigh of relief. But it was just a false alarm. As though the pain had intensified, Vegeta gave a yell and gripped his chest, and fell to his knees. Goku bent down next to him and picked him up in his arms. Vegeta gripped onto him, his pain becoming worse with each passing second.
"It didn't work!" roared Goku, holding Vegeta even tighter.
"I don't know why it didn't work, but this is out of my hands now Goku. They have a cure for it now on earth, so take him to a hospital, and quickly. Before it's too late."
After arguing with a really lazy and useless nurse, Goku eventually got Vegeta into a private room after mentioning that he's the husband of the famous Bulma Briefs. He was hooked up to an IV, which kept a steady flow of medicine into his blood. The doctor assured Goku that Vegeta would be fine in just four days, and he left the two of them alone. Vegeta was still in pain, and Goku sat and watched his friend struggle, feeling helpless. His back arched against the bed, his head tilted back, and he let loose an ear piercing yell that echoed through the corridors of West City hospital. Goku gave Vegeta his wrist to hold onto, if it would help. Not a good idea, in retrospect. Vegeta was gripping so hard that Goku was losing blood circulation to his fingers. But by the first night, the pain had passed. Goku felt relieved, because at least the worst was over. He marvelled at this new medicine, it was even better that the one future Trunks had given him. And Vegeta also healed pretty quickly on his own.
Goku didn't go home. He watched Vegeta, his chest rising and falling gently with each breath, his mouth slightly open. His head had fallen to the side, his arms at his sides, and a tiny little smile was tugging at the corners of his mouth. He looked relaxed, not his usual restless self. Goku straightened the sheets and rearranged the pillows. He knew that there wasn't very much he could do, but no harm in trying. He didn't want to leave Vegeta's side.
It has been two nights since Vegeta went into hospital. Goku was busy doing sit ups to pass the time. Vegeta's subconscious awoke.
Where am I? What am I doing in bed? Why the heck do I have a needle in my arm? And why can't I move?! His eyelids flickered a little. Then Vegeta could see himself, lying on his back in a hospital wearing one of those putrid gowns they hand out like pills. It was as though his mind had stepped out of his body and was watching it from the side. It felt as though he was separate, in a spiritual form. A ghost. His physical form was motionless. Vegeta's subconscious walked around the room. I've heard of out-of-body experiences, this must be one of them. What's Kakarot doing here? Almost as if he was answering the question, Goku flicked to his feet and sat in the armchair next to the bed. He stretched his legs out before him, folded his arms and watched Vegeta for a little while, as though he was thinking about something. Vegeta walked up behind him, curious.
"I'll never get a chance to say this Vegeta, so I'm going to take this opportunity to tell you something. Of course, I'd never say this if you were conscious, because you'd never speak to me again. But holding this secret is like holding poison in my mouth; it's threatening to choke me and kill me. So let me get to the point."
He closed his eyes and breathed out slowly.
AN- ooooo, tension.
By the way, the next person that reviews me to tell me they've read this story before, it's because it was on the internet under a different name, as Whatever, Kakarot, Whatever! I had to take it off coz I messed up all the chapters and I couldn't repair it! Now that that mystery is solved…
Onwards! Oh, hang on…
A Paler Shade of Blue = I can't wait to have you as my beta reader! You know exactly what I'm trying to say! I think everyone should check your reviews, since they're better than my explanations.
Megume: if you don't like it, ditch. Don't review!!!!