Reincarnation

Chapter 21: An Old Friend Returns

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"Are you magical?" Goku poked Vegeta's cheek for the umpteenth time, amazed at how there was not a single wound on his lover's body anymore. He had returned to his own room, and now the flame-haired boy sat on a chair beside him, a familiar frown decorating his face.

"Kakarot, do I look like a fucking fairy to you?" The smaller male pushed the other's finger away from his face and sighed. He finally managed to get out of his hospital gown and a pair of clothes Bulma provided inside her bag with the food- he'd have to thank her later.

Or not, no one was actually going to make him thank her anytime soon.

He fiddled with his sweater while he looked around them. It was Goku's, but because it must've been in his closet, she gave it to him with a pair of jeans.

A few minutes ago he was awoken by one of the nurses who was supposed to change his bandages- as if he didn't feel a hand near his pelvis where he was sure had no bandages whatsoever- and claimed he was fully healed. He thought she was lying, but when he checked his reflection in the bathroom, he saw there was not a single scratch on his face, save for that little scar on his forehead.

Goku was ecstatic to learn that his lover had recovered so soon, but he frowned when he realized Vegeta couldn't stay with him anymore because of that. The taller male looked at his lover and smiled when the boy climbed into his bed.

He was confused though, how did his wounds disappear? He remembered the boy's injuries were far more worse than his own, and yet he was, sitting perfectly straight like a doll, body void of bandages and injuries. The taller male tried to think of a logical answer, but he couldn't. Only one answer remained.

His boyfriend was magical.

"You have no wounds, no scars from it either, and you don't show any signs of pain," Goku explained. "And you were in worse pain than me, so uh, yeah. You're magical."

"Kakarot," Vegeta turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. "If I was 'magical' as you say, I'd have already kicked those guys' asses and gotten you out of the hospital, maybe hide from the world and get married too." The smaller male smirked when he saw the blush on his lover's face. "But I haven't done that, nor can I do that at will, so I'm not magical."

"You'd marry me-?" Goku squeaked, slowly pointing at himself. "Really?"

"Yes, that's what I said-" The flame-haired boy didn't finish his sentence as the other boy grabbed his face and kissed him, ignoring the thought that there were others nearby. Pure love and adoration filled the kiss, slowing time around them as the two melted into the feeling.

Vegeta's eyes widened and he tried to yell at the taller male once he realized they weren't alone, and started smacking his chest repeatedly in an attempt to shove the bigger man off of him. He wasn't actually hitting him, he didn't know where the boy was injured, a strong hit could easily send him into intense pain. The smaller male gasped when he felt his lips disconnect after what felt like hours and glared at Goku.

"Asshole!" He whisper-yelled, pulling his chair away from the other and crossing his arms. He huffed and looked away as his face heated up. "I hate you."

Goku stared at the flame-haired boy, giggling as his lover looked so adorable pouting as he tried to act tough. "You don't mean it."

"How can you tell? I'm not even looking at you." Vegeta heard a small ruffle of sheets beside him before he was yanked towards Goku's bed. "Oi-!" He felt the taller male's breath tickle the side of his ear, stopping his actions.