Part 7- Like a dream..

~Like a dream. Hn.. A dream? Listen to that! A dream was supposed to be happy right? To be filled with flowers and love, pink bunnies and everything sweet and happy, right? Right? RIGHT?!!

If its so, then please tell me why this dreams smells like alcohol and desinfection? Why is the bright light hurting my eyes? Why is everybody dressed in white clothes and nobody has even the slightest hint of being an angel? Well then, tell me!! Why can I still hear his heartbeat in my ears, raging mad. Why can I hear it at all, together with the tone of his voice, the look of his eyes.. I can see it every moment when I close my eyes.. Its unreal, I wish it was unreal.~

'Mr Son? Any body here called Son Goku?'

Goku looks around to see man dressed in a spotless white coat and shirt, the only colour being his black pants.

'Mr. Son? Anyone?'

'Yeah, here..' Letting a hand slide through his rough hair, Goku stands up and walks towards the doctor. 'I'm Son Goku.'

'Good. You brought Mr...' He looks on his paper. 'Lets see.. Mr. Vegeta in right?'

'Yes. I did. Is he alright?'

'This is kind of sensitive. Please follow me and I'll explain.'

'Where to?'

'Would you just follow me please? I have more things to do today and patients to visit so please don't delay me.'

Frowning, Goku follows the man through several metal doors and over shiny floors. He passes a few room where he at first hears several muffled noises, ending up passing by rooms with very faint life energy. Worried he follows the doctor in a small faintly lit room. A large glass screen is put up in the wall opposite to them.

Goku rushes towards the window and slaps his hands to the glass and stares through it. There is Vegeta, attached to all kinds of wires, streaming from part of his body. His delicate face framed by two transparent tubes, leading to a pump like machine in the corner of the room. Goku feels small tears swell up behind his eyes.

~Oh Kami..~

At the end of the wires are numerous machines, all flickering with tiny lights. He can't hear anything but he remembers from all the visits he paid to the hospital that those lights mean he is still alive and the slow rising of his chest tells so too.

Goku closes his eyes in pain, fighting the stinging tears. Slamming a fist to the glass, he wishes with his whole soul that Vegeta wouldn't be so stupid to take those pills. That nothing would be wrong and they would be fighting again, having fun, be friends... He sighs. Maybe even more, if he just wouldnt have to be so filled with his own senseless pride! But thats Vegeta. And Vegeta would be Vegeta without it.. 

'..and that's why he is like this. A mere plant.'

'I'm sorry.. What did you just say?'

The doctor sighs and rolls his eyes back.

'As I was saying. That friend of yours has swallowed quite a quantity of those pills. We tried to pump his stomach empty but we think that a lot of these pills were already in his system. And to be quite honest with you, we don't have a clue where they are made from. We've never seen drugs like these.' He snorts, nudging to Vegeta. 'These junks always find ways to kill themselves without giving us an opportunity to help them. And make our money too. Anyway, what he got inside and is now running through his veins numbed his brain and with that, every sense is gone. His brain knows that he has to work his hart and lungs, and a bit of vital organs but thats it. He's a plant. A mere weed.'

'Shut up.'

'Hn.. Why? I'm sure he can't hear us. Damn junk. He's better off being a like a cactus. Lifeless, but a pain in the ass every time you mess with it.'

'Shut up!'

'Well, just like with a cactus, you hardly have to water it and I'm not going to water it now either. Stupid junk deserved it.'

'Shut up! You don't know who you are talking about!'

'Oh yes I do! I'm talking about a damn junk! Its his own damn fault.'

Goku couldn't believe his ears. Enraged inside he felt his powre grow. Powering up, small flashes of energy flowed around him, he walked towards the doctor who was whimpering in a corner, the doctor tries to hide behind his notepad.

'Don't you say another word or I'll break your face and you can lie beside him and I can insure you. You'll be the last I'll be giving water! You got that!?'

Snarling, Goku sucked in the heavy hospital scent, making his chest grow larger in front of the doctor. The doctor trembled and clenched his eyes shut, begging the infuriated Goku not to kill him, together with numerous cries sounding like 'sorry'. Goku's hart pounded like mad, feeling so hurt by the heavy insults of the doctor. Upon seeing the man whimper in front of him, tears of fear streaming down his face, he snorts and turns around to the large window. When he places his hands against the cold glass, he hears the doctor quickly scramble away. In the blink of an eye, Goku is behind him, landing the side of his hand hard on the mans neck, rendering him unconsious.

Looking down on the lifeless, shallow breathing form, he can only think about what a lot of scum roam the planet. Why risk his life time and time again to save it, when it only has jerks with narrow-minded stupid thoughts. He knew he loathed it when Vegeta thought himself better than anybody else simply because he was a prince and Goku a third-class baka. But even the prince never had degraded himself so low the thoughts of this man and the source of all the trouble, Touda. He felt his anger grow at the thought of that man, felt it grow big enough to blow up the entire city and wipe out all the scum that lived in it.

Mentally slapping himself to get rid of that thought, he turned to the glass again, staring at the small man in the bed on the other side of it. Sliding his hands over the cold glass, he sensed the structure of the slippery surface. With a determined look on his face, he removed one hand and pushed against it with the other. The glass shattered in a thousand pieces, raining down around him. He put two fingers to his forehead and transported to the bed, avoiding the sharp pieces of glass of cutting him and simply to make him get to the prince faster.

Once beside the bed he kneeled down to have his face at the same level as Vegeta's. He sighed. For what seemed hours, Goku just stared at the small man, sighing deeply from time to time. Thinking about their past together, their friendship, about what had happened the past few days, or should he say, nights. He flushed bright red as he particularly thought about those nights. The smell of Vegeta, heavy and intoxicating, came rushing back to him. How he wanted to hold the man then, to have him all to himself and feel that beautiful body run down his day and night. The feeling of losing himself in the music, Vegeta playing that dangerous game on him, it still drove him crazy. A flash passed his mind, a picture of him in the mirror with Vegeta slithering around him. Suddenly a tight knot formed in his lower belly, making him even go a brighter shade of red. It wasnt him that had played the game, to his surprise it had been the stubborn and proud prince who had played it and caught him with it.

Then the prince sighed deeply, snapping Goku out of his trance. With a worried look he grabbed the smaller mans hand, surprised at the heat that it radiated. He looked at it. The skin was slightly tanned and tiny scars ran over the apparently rough surface. But it felt like silk, soft and smooth. The hand itself was shaped like that of an artist, slender but still strong. Just like Vegeta was to most people, rough on the first look, but delicate when touched from inside. The lifeles prince seemed to be nothing more than I life statue, sculpted in all its beauty. Smooth muscles flowed underneath the skin, tiny veins creeping their way up the powerfull arms and that face.. That beautifull face. Goku's free hand went up to caress it, as if he tried to comfort the prince.

He wondered what he was thinking now. What was going through his mind. Did he even have a mind left now? Was he indeed nothing but a mere plant.. Would he wake up and know what he did and who made him do that? Or.. Would the ouji wake up one day and know who he was? Know that the man next to him was Goku? If he would.. Kami please, make him wake up one day.. would he remember their dance? Goku prayed he would.. If he didn't he would make him remember what he had done to him. What kind of feeling he had left behind, how Vegeta had caught his heart and was gone too soon to ever know it. If he would come around he would know it.

The last thoughts came rushing back to Goku, a single pill would make the prince go numb and made him forget an entire night and evening. A whole bag.. Oh Kami.. What would a whole bag do to his mind.. Or in this case, what had it done. What had Vegeta done! Small tears stung behind Goku's eyes, how could Vegeta have done that. How could he leave his family behing like this, how could he leave him behind like this?

Goku laid his head down on the starched sheets on the bed, listening to all the beeps the machines were giving, indicating that technically, the prince was still alive. After a few minutes, the strange silence, only broken by the machines, drove him mad. He shut down his mind from it, slowly sliding in a deep and numb sleep.


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