Reincarnation

Chapter 12: A Dreadful Day

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Note: I do not know how college life works, so don't judge.

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"'Geta!" Vegeta sighed and rubbed his face as he stared at his work on the desk. He was struggling with a question for history, and that fat fool wasn't giving him the silence he needed to figure out the answer. "'Geta!"

"What!" He yelled and turned around and growled at his lover across the room, sitting on his bed eating ice cream. "You aren't sick anymore! What do you need me for?!" Shortly after the smaller male recovered from a simple flu, Goku took his place instead in the infirmary for two days. To say the argument on who's fault it was for his sickness had yet to be resolved wasn't quite the situation.

"An apology." The taller male pointed his spoon at him before putting it back into his bowl of ice cream. "You were the one who kissed me and you made me sick."

"Oh for fuck's sake-" Vegeta stood up and crossed his arms, his eyes glaring daggers at the man he called his love. "Here's the thing, Kakarot. I may have kissed you, yes, but you didn't even fight back! You knew I was coming, you should have expected it to happen." Goku tried to speak up, but Vegeta continued. "Not to mention, you enjoyed it if I remember! So don't blame me for everything when you're just as guilty!"

"'Geta-"

"Don't you fucking dare try to tell me otherwise!" The smaller male growled.

Goku sighed and put his bowl down. He got off the bed and stood in front of the flame-haired boy, hesitantly putting his hands on the other's shoulders. "Listen. I'm not blaming you for anything, I never would." The anger in the smaller male's eyes dimmed. Goku smiled. "I'm just saying if you didn't try to kiss me we wouldn't be talking about this-"

A swift fist came in contact with the taller male's stomach, making him hack and take a few steps back from the flame-haired boy. "You bitch! Just when I thought you were trying to make me feel better!" Vegeta huffed and stormed out of the room. "I'm going to Nappa's, don't think about coming to me unless you've learned not to blame your problems on me!" Goku took a deep breath and glanced at the door as the sound of another door slammed outside.

He sighed and sat on the ground. He rubbed his face before taking another deep breath. "Well, at least I can prepare for tonight. It's Saturday, after all." He got up and grabbed his phone and thought about asking his brother for the truck. It had been a week since he talked with him, and he wasn't sure if he was still in the dorms.

He pulled up a few cooking videos on his phone and made his way to the kitchen. "Let's hope this goes well."

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Vegeta sat on the broken sofa as his two friends chatted with one another. He could feel a few springs curl under his legs, and a faint smell of cheap cigarettes filled his nostrils.

"So, Vegeta." Raditz asked, sitting down beside the smaller male. ". . . why are you here again?"

"Because your brother's an ass and I need something from you." The flame-haired boy glanced at the tall male, frowning. "And I need that something now."

"Okay, but why is my brother an ass? And what do you need?" The long-haired male asked.

"Because he is, now listen." Vegeta turned around and tapped the bandage on his head, the wound behind it almost healed. "Someone managed to hit me, and I need to know who it was. Once I do, I can get rid of them. I already have a nagging feeling as to who it is, but I need to be sure. And I'll need one of your 'magazines' to help me get the information." He raised an eyebrow at the long-haired male to understand.