A very young prince Vegeta sighed as he stared at the textbooks that were set before him. He glared at them with all his might through his bangs that hung in front of his eyes. He puffed and blew the hair out of his face and slouched over, sighing deeply ( Read more... )

Vegeta sat on a swing in the deserted park, but he could hear kids playing and laughing in the background. The sky was black and the wind howled its strong voice and he shuddered just a little. He was alone, but he felt like death had come for him, along with the children he couldn’t see ( Read more... )

Wow... I haven't written in this thing for a LONG time! God damn! Well anyhoo, I'm in school and it's POURING RAIN! Quite nice actually. I'm a wee bit fed up with my math work, so I'm taking a small break. Hn... I do so hope that we can get the computer back at home. It's still in the shop... well, okay it's at Mike's house getting fixed. ( Read more... )

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The following morning Vegeta awoke to the warm heat of another body pressed against his own. Blinking, he looked down to see ebony soft hair, poking out in every direction. He heard the other man purr against his chest, breathing lightly. Kakarot’s arms were wrapped around Vegeta’s slimmer waist. The Ouji smiled and inhaled the strong heady ( Read more... )

Vegeta lay in bed, with a pillow covering his head, and the blankets tucked up underneath his armpits, arms at his sides, sound asleep. He woke abruptly to the loud booming of music admitted from outside his room, but clearly heard through the thin paper walls of his shit hole of an apartment that he shared with another saiyan. He sat up in bed, ( Read more... )

The two saiyans sat together, in silence. Tonight was Kakarot’s day off and he was planning on spending time with the Ouji. It was Thursday, and every Thursday was his day with the Ouji. It was his time to get away from people and their bullshit. He also pondered the mere thought of why this royal saiyan would come and see this third class ( Read more... )

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He woke with a start, cold and weak. His face was against something cold and hard, like cement. This… room… he was in, was pitch black, and had no windows. No light shown through. Was there even a door? His head pounded like a drum. He sniffed the air, noting the faint smell of blood ( Read more... )

Anyways, yesterday was just shitty. The maintenance man, Rick, which is the guy that does the "big stuff" that I can't do, which is a load of crap mind ye. Such stuff as dry wall, repairing things etc... Well, I had to work with the dumb ass the other day at 87th Ave. Since he's the maintenance man, he gets the golf cart, and all that good shit ( Read more... )