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Frozen Rain

Piccolo’s least favorite season of the year has arrived and the weather is horrific. The once vibrant green trees surrounding the Namekian are now dead and brown. The grass beneath his feet is yellow and flat, and there is virtually no wildlife to be seen minus the occasional dinosaur or dragon. The river in front of him is frozen solid on top. It’s silent, a little too silent for Piccolo’s comfort. He finds that he struggles to meditate without the constant noise of the flowing river, chirping birds, rustling leaves, and soft breeze that spoil him so sweetly in the spring, summer, and fall.

He knows that training and meditating in this weather is pointless. He’ll simply be miserable the whole time and make no progress, because somehow, Mountain Paozu is worse in the winter than it is in the various tundras and wastelands he’s trained in since his unfortunate hatching. With two and a half years left until the androids are supposed to show up, Piccolo isn’t anxious enough to force himself to train in these conditions.

So, he returns to his small home, that of which he manifested in the middle of the wilderness upon returning from Namek. Bulma and Chichi both offered their homes to him until the androids’ arrival, but he refused. Human life isn’t for him and no one seems to understand that. The only people who could empathize with him and what he’s gone through are Goku, who’s an idiot that doesn’t seem to have any qualms about being on a planet full of people that are nothing like him, and…

Ah, Vegeta.

Speak of the devil, Piccolo senses Vegeta’s ki nearby, maybe a few miles away. It spikes, stagnates for a moment, and then… It crashes to hardly anything at all. Against his better judgment, Piccolo starts flying to Vegeta’s location, mind racing. He knows that Vegeta has been training nonstop, so much to the point where Bulma and Goku have both expressed extreme concern for him. Piccolo knows that no one can stop Vegeta except for the man himself, so he doesn’t bother, only going to train with Vegeta at Capsule Corporation when he’s feeling bold and offering nothing more in terms of a friendship… Or anything else, even though he does want that.

When Piccolo arrives to where Vegeta is and lands on his feet, he’s unsurprised to see Vegeta unconscious, face down in the dirt, and skin cold to the touch. Piccolo lets out a disgruntled sigh and debates on what to do. It would be sort of funny to leave Vegeta there, but then again… He doesn’t know how sensitive Saiyans are to cold climates, and he knows he’ll feel awful about it if Vegeta ends up hospitalized or- worse- dead because he thought it’d be funny to leave him. Once more, against his better judgment, Piccolo lifts Vegeta’s small body over his shoulder and flies back to his home.

On the way back, his brain is racked with ideas of what Vegeta may do when he wakes up. The most realistic scenario is one in which Vegeta gets his pride bruised from Piccolo having to rescue him, which would cause him to start an altercation with the younger man then fly back off to Capsule Corp. Alternatively, in a far off fantasy world of Piccolo’s, Vegeta is delightfully embarrassed yet thankful for the help and decides to stay until the weather dies down.

The next few days are supposed to be full of freezing rain, snow, and sleet, all topped off by a massive blizzard and about a foot of snow. Flying in that sort of weather is generally unsafe, so were it anyone else, Piccolo would be fully expecting a house guest for around a week, but Vegeta is Vegeta, and Piccolo knows that Vegeta would rather die than accept help from someone he sees as an enemy.

Piccolo returns to his home in no time at all, brings Vegeta inside, lays him out on the couch, and undresses him. This isn’t really the context he wanted to see Vegeta naked in, so he spends no time admiring the Saiyan’s cut body. Rather, he retrieves the warm blankets that he (thankfully) had running in the drier, wraps Vegeta in them tightly, and tosses Vegeta’s wet and slushy clothes in the washer.

It’s awkward, to say the least. Piccolo expected to simply spend the day relaxing, and instead, he’s now sitting on the edge of his couch with an unconscious, naked (albeit blanket-covered) Saiyan sprawled out next to him across two out of the three large cushions. Piccolo is so uncomfortable that he thinks of retreating to his bedroom before thinking better of it; he should watch Vegeta in case the Saiyan starts exhibiting signs of shock and needs to be taken to a hospital.

Hours pass by. Piccolo watches the dials on his analogue clock tick on the wall while thinking of Vegeta.

He dwells on the fact that, with Goku gone the previous year, Vegeta could have easily killed them all and blown up the planet like he originally promised to when he flew off of it following his initial attack on earth. He wonders why Vegeta, a man who usually treats his threats as promises, didn’t keep his word. Briefly, the thought that they’re more alike than Piccolo initially suspected crosses his mind. Perhaps someone took the hard, rigid clay that is Vegeta and molded him into something a tad softer like Gohan did to him a few years ago. Or maybe Vegeta just knows better than to squander relationships with the people who aided him on Namek, brought him back to life after his death, and housed him on earth. Piccolo isn’t sure.

Piccolo shakes his head to rid himself of that train of thought. He doesn’t know why his brain is so determined to humanize Vegeta after everything that the filthy Saiyan has done to them… No, he does know. He knows that he developed what the humans would call a ‘crush’ on Vegeta back on Namek, and he knows that seeing Vegeta be murdered by Frieza ripped him into more pieces than it should have. It upset him more than seeing Yamcha or any of the others die back on earth, and he hates himself for it. Vegeta is a monster. But then again, so was Piccolo at one point.

“Dammit… This is fucking bullshit,” Piccolo groans and holds his head in his hands. He has since dressed down into his gi and sash, his shoes, cape, and weighted gear abandoned in the laundry room. His antennae twitch with frustration at how much his feelings have blossomed since he and Vegeta started training together in preparation for the androids. Were he not fearful of Vegeta’s reaction, he could confidently say out loud that he’s in love with the ravenette. “Can’t believe I’m sitting here feeling like this over him of all people…”

Almost as if on cue, Vegeta jolts off, throwing one of the blankets off of himself. Piccolo can see everything above the waist and finds himself struggling to keep his eyes trained on Vegeta’s face.

“What the…” Vegeta starts, clearly in a stupor. He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair before looking around at everything except for Piccolo, who is sitting right by the Saiyan’s feet. “Where the hell am I? If there’s anyone here, you better show yourself before I blow you into the next dimension!”

“Relax, Vegeta, it’s just me,” Piccolo says in a low tone and reaches out to put a reassuring hand on Vegeta’s blanket-covered legs. He can’t help but notice that his one hand covers the entirety of one of Vegeta’s legs. “Do you know who I am?”

“Of course I do, Namekian,” Great. Vegeta is seemingly fine and back to his usual self, just as much of an asshole as he usually is. The Saiyan sits up and pulls the blankets tight around his body. He continues to look around Piccolo’s home, skeptic. “But why am I here?”

“You must not remember… You were in the forest between this house and Goku’s. I don’t know if you were training or traveling, but you fell unconscious. I felt your ki drop, so I came to you, found you on the ground, and took you here.”

“I didn’t need your help,” Vegeta spits with bright red cheeks, his words sharp and deadly like venom.

“Wow, I see you’re as unappreciative as ever, Vegeta,” Piccolo retorts with a roll of his eyes, leans back into the couch, and crosses his arms over his chest. He doesn’t miss how Vegeta’s gaze stays locked on hs body instead of his face. At first, he gets a big head about it, but then he remembers that Vegeta hasn’t seen him without his turban and cape very often. This must be the first time that the ravenette is seeing him in just his gi outside of battle. Piccolo can’t help but feel self-conscious about it. Is his body even what Vegeta likes? Wouldn’t the Saiyan prefer someone smaller? Or someone not so green? To push out the insecure thoughts he’s having, Piccolo chooses to do what he can to get under Vegeta’s skin while he still has him here. “Next time I’ll leave your tiny ass face-down in the dirt to freeze to death… Prick.”

“Tch, whatever. It never ceases to amaze me that you have the audacity to talk to me like that when I’m fully capable of blowing your head off your shoulders.”

“Well, maybe if you weren’t such an ungrateful dickhead, I’d be a little nicer to you,” Piccolo huffs and shoots a glare Vegeta’s way. Unlike all of Goku’s other stupid friends, Vegeta holds the eye contact in a way that warms Piccolo’s body so nicely against the weather. Piccolo allows himself to dabble in fantasies about how Vegeta would look at him were they closer than this, perhaps laid up together in his bed or cuddling on this very couch. The images in his mind are so unrealistic that he finds them humorous if not a little sad. With Vegeta sitting there silently, Piccolo decides this is all too weird for his tastes and tries to push Vegeta out. “What are you waiting on? You clearly don’t want to be here, so leave. I won’t stop you.”

“What, are you kicking me out now, Namekian-”

“Try again,” Piccolo growls through gritted teeth. He hates when Vegeta refers to him as his race, it feels derogatory, and even worse, it feels impersonal. Like Vegeta doesn’t see him as anything or anyone but some Namekian that Goku knows. “That’s not my name and you know it.”

“Piccolo?” Vegeta offers with a snarky grin, and somehow, it’s worse than the ‘Namekian’ that Piccolo is so often referred to by the older man. “I doubt you’re civilized enough to keep tabs on the weather, but-”

“I can sense the incoming weather, dumbass,” Piccolo explains with another roll of his eyes. For some reason, he feels like he’s going to be doing so much of that today that his eyes are going to hurt by the time he goes to bed. “I know there’s supposed to be freezing rain, sleet, and snow. Are you trying to say that you want to stay here because you can’t travel in it?”

Surprisingly, Vegeta nods.

“Yes.”

“What happened to your Saiyan pride? Are you seriously afraid to get a little frozen water in your gorgeous mane, Prince Vegeta?”

“Shut your damn mouth, Piccolo,” Vegeta mumbles, his blush even heavier now. His face reads like he’s trying to come up with an excuse and/or a lie. Piccolo can’t help but chuckle at that. “I just happen to be… Temperature sensitive.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re looking for an excuse to stay here with me… Or am I right?” Piccolo suggests with a smirk.

“I told you to shut your damn mouth. Now, if you must know, I plan on staying until the winter storm warning passes. According to Bulma, that should be a week or so from now. Think you can handle me until then?”

“Do I want to? No, not really,” Piccolo lies through his teeth. Vegeta seems to believe him. “But I can if I have to.”

“Addressing the elephant in the room, why am I naked?” Vegeta questions while gesturing to himself with his hands. “You didn’t touch me while I slept, did you? I knew you were weird, but I didn’t think it was that kind of weird.”

Piccolo scrunches his nose up at Vegeta’s rude questioning.

“Of course not! That’s disgusting,” Piccolo warms up with embarrassment and storms off to the kitchen, which is connected to the living room. Vegeta’s dark eyes don’t leave him for a second as he heats up a kettle of tea with his energy and stares out the window. The freezing rain is starting to fall heavily, icing over the ground with each and every drop. Piccolo’s toes curl at the shiver that comes from it. Once he gains his composure, he offers Vegeta an explanation as to why he’s laying stark naked on the couch and covered in blankets. “Your clothes were doused in ice and freezing cold, so I took them off and put warm blankets on you. If you have a problem with that, I’ll go get you your old clothes and toss your ass back out there so you can die of hypothermia.”

“Tch.”

Nothing is said for a few minutes, but when Piccolo peeks back into the living room, he can see Vegeta’s posture and expression soften. He lets out a sigh of relief and brings a cup of hot, honeyed tea to the Saiyan.

“Here,” Piccolo mutters and holds out the cup. He jerks it towards Vegeta a little too fast, so fast that a few drops spill out onto the green carpet. Neither of them say anything about it, but Vegeta does look at him in an odd manner. Piccolo thinks it’s skepticism, either that or confusion. And really, the tea is a gesture of love. It’s something that Piccolo enjoys, so he wants Vegeta to enjoy it too, and it’ll help his current condition after passing out in the cold. He doesn’t mention any of that, of course, so Vegeta probably finds it uncomfortable to accept the tea from him when they haven’t had the best personal history outside of their training together. “...It’ll warm you up. Don’t think anything of it.”

“You’re not poisoning me, are you?” Vegeta asks in an obvious attempt to rile him up; the shit-eating grin on the Saiyan’s face and the way he snatches the tea from Piccolo’s hand despite his suspicious question makes that much obvious.

“Unfortunately, no, I’d be stupid to do that now. In fact, I think I’ll wait to try and kill you until the androids are taken care of,” Piccolo sarcastically notes.

“Fair,” Vegeta shrugs and sips on the beverage, clasping it tightly in both hands instead of using the handle on the side. “This is good. What is it?”

“Jasmine tea.”

“Hm… I’ll have to have the woman get some.”

“Her name is Bulma, not ‘woman’,” Piccolo argues without skipping a beat. He’s always hated how Vegeta treats Bulma, especially considering the fact that she houses and feeds him without asking for anything in return. If it were Piccolo, he would’ve kicked the little gremlin out by now. “Show some more respect to the people who are kind to you before I kick your sorry ass out of my house.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Vegeta challenges, but he makes no move to get up. “...Did you truly only come to get me because you need me in the battle against the androids?”

“What?”

“I know you heard me, but… Forget it. It’s fine.”

Piccolo allows that, because why the fuck would he want to delve into the subject of his intentions with Vegeta when the man is going to be at his house for a week? Shaking his head, Piccolo turns to Vegeta, zaps him with a clothes beam to replace his spandex suit and armor, and turns to walk down the hallway. He doesn’t hear Vegeta’s footsteps, so he assumes he’s safe for now and slowly makes his way to his bedroom to lock himself inside.

Maybe if he stays under his covers long enough, his feelings for Vegeta will go away… Or maybe they’ll just keep bothering him instead.

When night falls, Piccolo looks at the alarm clock on his nightstand. He doesn’t know exactly how long it’s been since he laid down, but he does know that it’s dark outside, it’s snowing outside, and that it’s a little bit past midnight. His mind has been flooded with all of the bullshit regarding Vegeta and he can’t help but regret bringing the little bastard back to his own home in the first place instead of, say, dropping his ass off at Goku’s or Bulma’s so that they would have to deal with him.

Piccolo is starving, but he doesn’t feel like getting up and cooking with Vegeta somewhere in the house. After their discussion earlier, he’s too embarrassed to want to face the older man, even if nothing too terribly out of place happened. Piccolo internally curses himself for going so soft for yet another person in his life, especially in a way that’s not nearly as wholesome or nearly as platonic as he did for Gohan. Some of the thoughts that he has about Vegeta are nothing less than foul in the most sensual way possible, and he hates himself for it, but he can’t make them go away. He can’t just make the love that he’s developed for Vegeta go away like he wants to and it’s killing him.

He thinks back to Trunks, the boy from the future who showed up six months ago to inform them of Goku’s arrival and the threat that the androids would be in three years from that day. Piccolo thinks back to it often- not because of the reunion with Goku after him being gone for a year or because of the dread that the androids’ arrival date makes him feel when he thinks about it- but because of what the teenager said about Vegeta and Bulma specifically.

If this timeline is the same as Trunks’, Vegeta and Bulma should be involved with each other romantically any day now. Trunks should be conceived a month from now, then born in another nine, being roughly ten months old by the time the androids should show up if Trunks is right. And yet… Vegeta hasn’t said anything about falling for Bulma, and Bulma hasn’t shown any signs of it either the last few times Piccolo has seen them.

Then again, Piccolo knows that Trunks’ journey changed the entirety of how this timeline was meant to play out. Maybe Vegeta and Bulma won’t get together. Maybe it’s already happened and the two are doing a phenomenal job of keeping a secret… Piccolo doesn’t know. He has a million other reasons not to act on his feelings regardless, but on top of those is now the crushing weight that if he tells Vegeta the truth and Vegeta reciprocates, he may be preventing the creation of the hero Trunks. Better yet, he may only be with Vegeta for a short enough time for Vegeta and Bulma to get together and have trunks anyway.

“Ow. I need to stop before I make this even worse for myself… At least the multiverse theory seems to be true when it comes to that kid’s time traveling, so I wouldn’t be killing him, but… No,” Piccolo grumbles to himself. “It wouldn’t work out. This shit is making my head hurt. I wish there was someone else I could talk to about this…”

“Knock knock,” Vegeta’s sharp voice can be heard outside, and suddenly, Piccolo is thankful that he was only whispering to himself.

Vegeta doesn’t actually knock nor does he wait for permission to come in. Instead, he just barges into the room. Piccolo sits up in alarm and pulls the silky white covers closer to his own body.

“The hell is wrong with you? You can’t just come in and out of my bedroom whenever you’d like, even if you are a guest,” Piccolo scolds and leans his back against the headboard.

“You didn’t come out to make dinner. What, do Namekians not eat?”

At that, Piccolo furrows his brow. He’s surprised that Vegeta even noticed that, let alone cared enough to come in here. In the dark room, Piccolo narrows his eyes just enough to see that Vegeta has a bowl of steamed rice in his gloved hands.

“No, we do,” Piccolo answers and clears his throat. Vegeta seems to take that as an invitation to come the rest of the way into the room and sit down by where Piccolo is on the bed. Slightly uncomfortable, Piccolo pulls his knees to his chest and stares Vegeta down. “I just… Lost track of time after my nap.”

It’s a lie, as Piccolo didn’t get a wink of sleep, but Vegeta seems to believe it. The Saiyan shoves the bowl of rice and a fork into Piccolo’s hands. Piccolo begins to eat. For whatever reason, Vegeta just sits on the edge of the bed, watching him intently.

“How is it?” Vegeta inquires.

“Fine, but… As much as I appreciate this, I was going to sleep soon. Are you going to leave?”

“What, do you seriously expect me, the prince, to sleep on that worn, gaudy couch of yours? What a terrible host you are.”

“Well, I don’t have another bedroom,” Piccolo says upon finishing the rice and setting the bowl on his nightstand. Vegeta crosses his arms over his chest and turns his nose up at Piccolo’s following words. “You can sleep in the living room or try to go back to Capsule Corp. Better yet, you can sleep outside. I don’t care which.”

“Or I could sleep in this bed,” Vegeta suggests.

Piccolo doesn’t miss the way Vegeta places a hand on his covered leg and trails those strong yet dainty gloved fingers up to his thigh. He has to avert his gaze and think of other things until the flicker of arousal that Vegeta sparked in his core dies down.

“I’d hate for you to sully your royal Saiyan body on my sheets, Prince,” Piccolo snarks and forces a smirk to take over his lips. Somehow, it keeps the frustration and love and all the other embarrassing things he feels for Vegeta from bubbling up to the surface. “I’m too tall to lay on that couch longways. Half of me would be hanging off. You, however, fit on it just right.”

“I’m not blind, idiot. I wasn’t suggesting for you to sleep on the couch. Just have me sleep here with you. This bed is big enough for the two of us.”

“W-What!? You can’t be serious!” Piccolo exclaims and stares at Vegeta, who suddenly dresses down to nothing but his boxers and crawls into bed next to Piccolo, even daring to get underneath the covers.

“You have no problem going and retrieving me from the cold terrain, stripping me bare, and lying me on your couch, but suddenly I- fully clothed- want to sleep in your bed and it’s an issue?” Vegeta demands with a quirked brow as he lies on his back with his hands behind his head and stares at the ceiling.

“I don’t think you understand the implication-” Piccolo starts, only for Vegeta to close what little gap there is between them and get in his face; nose to nose, forehead to forehead, and lips merely an inch apart from Piccolo’s.

Piccolo can’t help but let out a soft gasp at the sensation that comes from Vegeta’s fiery hot skin against his skin and Vegeta’s toasty breath against his cheek. His heart skips a beat when Vegeta leans in even further to whisper to him.

“Believe it or not, I do understand the implications of sleeping in bed with another person, Piccolo. I’m just mature enough to get past it because I know it isn’t true. Unless it is for you, in which case, I’d hate to make you grapple with those feelings…”

“No, it’s nothing like that… Ugh, whatever. You’ve won, you can stay,” Piccolo acquiesces and lays back down, turning so he can face away from Vegeta, whose shit-eating grin he can feel from the other side of the bed. “Are you happy, Vegeta?”

“Yes.”

Vegeta is silent after that, which Piccolo is eternally grateful for. What he isn’t grateful for are the thoughts that consume his brain after he senses that Vegeta has gone to sleep. The Saiyan’s unusually cocky, teasing treatment of him must mean that he’s figured out Piccolo’s feelings. Piccolo isn’t stupid enough to think that Vegeta would treat someone like this if he didn’t know he had power over them. Were it damn near anyone else, Piccolo would have never let them into his home to sleep during the storm, let alone in his bed. Vegeta must know. He either knew before all of this or he figured it out tonight. Either way, Piccolo can’t help but loathe himself for not hiding it better.

And to think he used to be so stoic…

Oh well. In a few days, the storm will pass, the snow and sleet will melt, and Vegeta will leave. Piccolo just has to survive and keep denying his feelings until then, even when he wakes up the following morning to Vegeta curled up on his chest.

Vegeta doesn’t leave, not even days after the winter storm passes. Piccolo has grown oddly comfortable having the pint-sized ravenette in his home and doesn’t want him to leave. It’s been nice having someone to train with that isn’t Gohan or Goku, and Vegeta makes the dreary, depressing winter weather a little warmer with his presence. The Saiyan has been sleeping in his bed and cooking him food for the past week and a half.

Piccolo’s heart throbs in the most painful, pitiful way possible when he imagines what it’ll be like when Vegeta inevitably goes back to Capsule Corporation. Lonely, cold, and silent isn’t as tolerable of a lifestyle as it used to be before all of this Saiyan shit started… Piccolo loathes the soft, warmth-craving creature he’s become since he’s taken Gohan under his wing.

It’s a little past eight in the morning. Piccolo is standing at the sink in his kitchen, staring out the window in front of it. He’s so stressed out about Vegeta that he grabs onto the counter and digs his claws into the marble whilst watching the last of the ice melt like one would watch paint dry. He’s sure he’s been there for at least an hour, maybe two, completely frozen. He’s been sleeping like shit for the past week and a half since Vegeta started staying with him. He does it on purpose, too, afraid he’ll never have enough memories of Vegeta cuddling him in his sleep if he doesn’t burn the images into his brain each and every second of the night. He knows he won’t be able to get true rest until Vegeta confronts him about his feelings or leaves, whichever comes first.

“The hell’s wrong with you?” Vegeta pipes up.

Piccolo turns around and nearly jumps out of his skin when he looks down to see Vegeta standing right behind him. Now that he has turned around, they’re nearly chest to chest- or, head to midsection with how short Vegeta is in comparison to him. He was so deep in thought that he hadn’t even heard or felt the Saiyan enter the kitchen.

“What?” Piccolo responds and grips the edge of the sink behind him.

“Your energy is off and you were just standing there staring into space. I know I’ve been in here for at least five minutes, and you didn’t notice me. That’s unlike you.”

“I was meditating,” Piccolo lies.

“Bullshit,” Vegeta insists, and terrifyingly enough, places his hands on either side of the counter behind Piccolo to trap him there. Piccolo could probably push Vegeta away and escape if he really wanted to. The problem is that he doesn’t really want to escape from Vegeta’s prying eyes and knowing smirk. “There’s a difference between meditating and moping, and you, Namekian, were doing the latter.”

“So what if I was? It’s none of your business,” Piccolo fires back. He can’t meet Vegeta’s eyes. “When are you leaving, anyway?”

“Aw, is that what’s got you so bothered?” Vegeta openly mocks him. It’s more confirmation of Piccolo’s suspicions than anything. “Just can’t stop thinking about me, can you?”

“No, it’s not that. In fact, I was only thinking about it in the first place because you’ve overstayed your welcome. You should leave in the next couple days, I’m sure Bulma has grown worried about you.”

“The woman?” Vegeta scoffs. Piccolo can’t help but feel a little insulted on Bulma’s behalf. “She has no reason to worry for me, and what do you care?”

“Just leave, will you?” Piccolo asks and tries to push past Vegeta, only for the older man to stay firm, pinning Piccolo’s back against the kitchen counter. “I’m not doing this with you, Vegeta.”

“What, you don’t want to tell me your true feelings?” Vegeta feigns a pout and tilts his head. Piccolo feels his face burn. He doesn’t think he’s been this embarrassed in his life; not when Goku defeated him, not when he was murdered by Nappa, not when he was defeated by Frieza. Out of all the fuckery and bullshit he’s been through, Piccolo is confident that this is the most embarrassing moment of his life. He watches as Vegeta clicks his tongue, then speaks again. “And to think I assumed this would be the perfect opportunity. Did you seriously think I didn’t know? I’m not stupid.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Piccolo continues to deny, because even if he knows that Vegeta knows, he hopes to make the Saiyan give up on his quest for the truth.

“Sure you don’t. If that’s true, then, push me back,” Vegeta demands. Piccolo looks everywhere except for Vegeta’s face. “Tell me I’m disgusting for this and kick me out.”

“I can’t,” Piccolo admits. He can deny his feelings all day, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want Vegeta this close to him, pushing him like this. The Namekian swallows and shifts uncomfortably underneath Vegeta’s knowing gaze. “Just leave me alone already, Vegeta.”

“No. You’re not denying it. If you return my feelings, why are you hiding from me? Coward.”

Vegeta is as insistent as ever. It’s not surprising. He’d rather die to prove a point than lose an argument, and Piccolo knows that. So, despite everything in his head telling him not to, he starts to tell the truth.

“Look, I… I overheard some things from that time traveler that led me to believe that you and I were never together then… Either that or we were together and the relationship was so short that it both didn’t last and didn’t strike him as anything worth mentioning to us. That must mean that it’s not meant to be.”

“Bullshit,” Vegeta spits. “It’s a different timeline. That child may have been right about Kakarot’s arrival, but nothing else he said has been proven true yet. Not everything is going to match up. If you don’t want me, say so, but don’t use him as an excuse to reject me.”

“I’m not rejecting you. I never said I didn’t want you, I-” Piccolo freezes, cuts himself off, and pauses to collect his thoughts. Once he does, he places his hands on Vegeta’s shoulders and finishes his sentence. “I didn’t save you when you fell unconscious because of the androids, you know. You’re more to me than your ability in battle.”

“Hmph,” “So does that mean everything I said is true?”

“Maybe it does, but if you need clarification, Vegeta…” Piccolo allows his eyes to fall shut and raises his hands from Vegeta’s shoulders, to the sides of his neck, then to his cheeks. Vegeta allows it- shivers in pleasure underneath the affectionate touch, even. Piccolo opens his eyes once more to watch the goosebumps rise on Vegeta’s ivory skin. “I’m in love with you. Now, will you leave?”

“After what you’ve just told me?” Vegeta barks and reaches forward to place his hands on Piccolo’s hips. The younger man flinches at that, but he doesn’t try to move away. Since when has Vegeta felt like this? “Why the hell would I leave?”

“Don’t tell me you’re trying to say what I think you are…”

“So what if I am?”

“I understand if you’re attracted to me, fine, I can believe that. What I have a hard time believing is that you’re in love with me like I am with you.”

“Well, you better get over that shit soon because I’m in love with you… Piccolo.”

“What does this mean for us, then?”

“I think it’s simple enough, don’t you?” Vegeta questions and, in an uncharacteristically sweet display of affection, rests his forehead against Piccolo’s chest. Piccolo cautiously wraps his arms around Vegeta and pulls him in for a hug. To his shock, Vegeta hugs him back. “We’re an item, as the earthlings would say.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it.”

Piccolo allows a ghost of a smile to take over his lips. He glances behind him to look out the window and chuckles as the frozen rain continues to melt outside.

“Yeah… Maybe I do.”

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vegetas-mustache · 1 year

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As a treat for me, I wrote a two-chapter oneshot about Goku and Vegeta having a very good New Year’s Eve celebration.

Vegeta has decided to spend his winter holiday break traveling with Bulma, and winds up spending New Year’s Eve in some crappy little town… with a gorgeous hunk who seems to have taken a liking to him.

Content warning: alcohol use, impaired consent. It’s not in chapter 1, but two drunk people are going to have sex. They are both into it, they were both into it before they got drunk, but it might still be triggering. Also, a character has some anxiety about being a virgin.

Minors DNI- explicit sex in chapter 2.

#vegeta #goku #bulma #kakavege #goku x vegeta #happy new year #ring it in #my fic #ao3 #fanfic stuff #I came up with the plot and then did a twitter poll to see who I should write it about #kakavege beat out gochi and piccogeta #background yamcha x bulma #18+#no minors

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dbzshipbracket · 5 months

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Round 1

#dbz ship bracket #dbs #dbz #dragon ball #dragon ball super #dragon ball z #poll #bracket #op

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kkokiosk · 2 years

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At Kami's lookout, Piccolo & Vegeta were looking at the sunset.

"Is here close to the heaven ?" Vegeta asked Piccolo with low voice when he was looking at the orange sky.

"Close to there, but don't lead to there." Piccolo replied calmly.

"......"

After a short silence between them, Vegeta talked again : "I hate this orange coloured sunset on Earth... the same colour as that gi which he wore..."

Piccolo knew who was Vegeta talking about.

"So you like Son that much ?"

"I said I HATE him !" Vegeta said in louder voice.

Piccolo smirked and didn't say anything.

🔻Time-lapse drawing video & making records of this illustration :

#my art #fanart #dbz fanart #Vegeta #dragon ball #kakavege #piccogeta

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idontremembermynamebutithinkits · 2 years

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Don’t question anything

It’s almost Halloween

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a-bad-poem · 3 years

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For @dbzrarepairweek : Day 7, drunk, Piccolo x Vegeta

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33604804

With the cover by the lovely @baby-buu-buu

#dragon ball #piccogeta #my fics #dragon ball super

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sxvethelastdance · 1 year

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Princes Deposed by the Plot - Piccolo and Vegeta

Time for another entry into the series of Z posting, as warned here with all its various disclaimers.

Naturally… By virtue of my [ahem] writer’s priorities, I ran to slap a comparison of Vegeta and Piccolo’s arcs together based on their two major monologues and their companion quotes! Is it because I think their trajectories are mirrored in both of them having this major speech that shifts their priorities or because my brain is two tsuns poisoned? Who knows. Anyhow, this is a decidedly non-shippy analysis— shocking for this blog. I know! But yes, my intentions in posting this are to provide a really interesting comparison that I think deserves attention. I’m still going to tag it with the ship labels though for all you folks at home who see something compelling here.

An up front special thanks to my friend Stiles over @bastardsunlight for listening to me ramble about these developments over a period of a year and change as I faithfully documented my reactions and came to this conclusion. ANOTHER special thanks to my buddy B for making the joke that became the title of this post.

Analysis below

It’s so fucking INTERESTING to me, the way that both Piccolo and Vegeta come to a major conclusion about themselves through putting themselves on the line for Goku specifically.

Mind you, this is hardly anything new for a Dragon Ball villain, but there’s always been a consensus that these two are Goku’s ultimate rivals. Piccolo because he was born to hate Goku, a dying wish with the mission of ‘kill kill kill’ in the egg he hatched from- and Vegeta because he was raised to hate the kind of challenge someone like Goku presents him. They maintain the bulk of their personality and distinctive traits because of the sustained relevance that their position measured relative to Goku’s grants them.

You have these two former villains with not only the kind of baggage that your Z-Fighter prior had, but on steroids. A child’s desire to be worth the legacy and remaking of a ‘King’ and his great evil vs the child’s bottomless ambition for power so as to never be helpless again, to be the boot crushing the ant instead of the ant. Piccolo was “born” evil, not raised. Vegeta was raised into a culture that delights in other people’s pain, strength for strength’s sake- and also with Frieza as his “parent” in some respects.

There’s this fundamental similarity in the trajectory of their arcs- though Piccolo inevitably finds it much easier because he doesn’t have to contend with the expectation of cultural norms. He doesn’t have a context of that until he’s an adult. And like I mentioned before, the crowning moment of when their characters earnestly have shifted their beliefs rings rather similarly in both cases.

Piccolo wanted to stay on Namek to fight by Goku’s side, even if it meant putting himself in Frieza’s line of fire.

Vegeta admitted out loud that he didn’t stand a chance against Buu and committed to a fight WITHOUT the goal of winning- the goal was explicitly a support role to Goku. Holding Buu off to give him time to power up and beat the monster.

Both of them put down their goals right on the floor and stepped into what their earlier selves would’ve considered humiliating positions. They are admitting second fiddle and for the first time they’re not taking it as an insult. They want to see him win! They NEED him to win.

So much of it is the stakes- wanting to see a common foe go down, yes. But for both of them we see that they’ve got people they love that they’re doing this for. It’s not about what they want or even need or themselves anymore. These monologues happen after several turning points- it’s like closing the book on the chapter of a compulsion that they realized wasn’t making them happy.

They both allow themselves to get brutally tortured not as a consequence of fighting to fight around the time of these revelations, but because they realize that there’s someone to go home to- and that home won’t exist anymore if they don’t do it.

And— what the shit. I realize as I’m writing this that they both did it so that Goku could charge the spirit bomb. Piccolo for the bomb against Frieza, Vegeta for the bomb against Kid Buu. Straight up scene after scene of them not just getting thrashed; but very visibly put in the ground like a dog. Worse than death, because it isn’t over.

You get to hear these men getting beaten brutally (the visual style communicates a lot more than a blow for blow fight in instances where one character is severely outmatched. Think Tien vs Nappa, Frieza and Vegeta at the waterfall, the Androids and the Z-Fighters),

- knowing that Goku’s the only way, and that they’re only getting up because he needs them to. They know he needs them, and they need him right back.

It’s their home they’re bleeding for. Now is the time to do the noble thing- and it is noble. Because it requires no shortage of fighting their innate selfishness, their drives and the goals that subsumed a good deal of their lives.

Now here’s the monologues and some companion scenes signaling the shift in their characters at different points.

The Monologues + Companion Quotes:

Piccolo’s monologue [Spoken after being transported to Earth while SSJ Goku fights Frieza]

"Goku... Our paths have crossed many times along the way. It's because of you that I was even born.

From the very beginning, when I was nothing but an egg, even then I wanted you destroyed. I was born hating you. As a young fighter, those tournaments against you were all that I had. I lived for the chance to see you die.

(Flash to the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament)

I will never forget our fight in the World Martial arts tournament. With my newly learned ability to increase my size, I knew that this would be it. This would be my chance to finish you. But still you found a way to beat me, your power, I've never seen it anything like it.

From that day forward, I knew that there was something different about you. Something... Not of this world. And then the fight with Raditz—

(Cut to the killing blow between Raditz and Goku, the Special Beam Cannon)

Huh. I can't say I objected to destroying you.

After all, it's what I'd been waiting for my whole life. But as you lay there lifeless, the job wasn't what I'd imagined.

How could I hate someone with such an honorable sacrifice? Goku, why did you have to send me back to Earth? I wanted to fight alongside of you... It's vexing, but your powers have become far greater than my own, and so has your character. You chose to beat Frieza at the cost of your own life. You're always like that."

Scene — Gohan asleep by the fire

PICCOLO: (gently pushes Gohan’s bangs back) Until now, training you has been about vengeance. But something’s changed. No matter what happens, I’ll always be there to protect you, Gohan. Sleep well, my friend.

Scene — Flying toward the battle with Frieza

PICCOLO: Gohan’s energy signal is fading! I’m not gonna let it happen, cause we’ve been through too much together.

(Flashback, spanning their time training together)

You were just a pampered kid when I took you in, but you never gave up. You never failed to surprise me either. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so hard on you. But you took it without complaint and I could tell despite the hardship I put you through; You truly cared about me. So I died for you... And I’d do it all again.

Scene — Piccolo and Vegeta’s final talk

PICCOLO: I was just like you once, until Gohan’s love changed me. I know you were changed too, I know how much courage it took to do what you did.

VS.

Vegeta’s Monologue [spoken while SSJ3 Goku fights Buu off]

“Amazing. How do you do it Kakarot? You’ve always been like this. Ever since the first day I met you. Always ready to meet the next challenge, even when it’s bigger than you are.

It was the same on Namek, you had improved so much it made Recoome look like he was standing still. Your power had increased so dramatically since our battle on Earth that I thought you’d done it! That you had become a super Saiyan.

It tore me apart. How could you, a low class soldier, accomplish so easily what I- I had struggled my whole life to achieve? Then at last it happened. I too transformed. After living every moment of every day for the singular purpose of surpassing you, I finally became a super Saiyan myself. The prince had reclaimed his throne and fulfilled his destiny! But no matter how strong I became, your power still exceeded mine.

At first I thought it was your loved ones —

(flash to Gohan, Chi-Chi, Piccolo, Bulma, Krillin, Oolong, Yamcha, Puar— all in that order)

— that it was your instinct to protect them that spurred you on and pushed you beyond your limits. But then I found myself with a family of my own and my power didn’t increase at all.

I used to fight for the sheer pleasure of it. For the thrill of the hunt. Oh, I had the strength unmeasurable. I spared no one. And yet… you showed mercy to everyone. Even your fiercest enemies, even me. Yet you never fought to kill or for revenge. Only to test your limits and to push yourself beyond. To become the strongest you could possibly be. How can a Saiyan fight like that and at the same time be so gentle that he wouldn’t hurt a fly?

Oh, it makes me angry just thinking about it! But perhaps it is my anger that’s made me blind to the truth for so long. I see it now. This day has made it all too clear.

You’re better than me Kakarot. You are the best.”

Scene — Goten and Trunks arrive. Vegeta hugs Trunks.

VEGETA: Trunks, there’s something you must know. You’ve made me proud, son.

Scene — Before The Explosion

VEGETA: Trunks, Bulma, I do this for you. And yes… Even for you, Kakarot.

Scene - Asking The Earth for Its Energy (cutting between Namek and The Sacred World of the Kais)

KIBITO KAI: Do you think Vegeta could soften his request somewhat? You know, ask them nicely? (The people of the Earth)

ELDER KAI: He could. If he wasn’t a proud, pigheaded, arrogant fool!

KIBITO KAI: Look! He’s trying again.

VEGETA: (now pleading): People of the earth, please. I beg of you. You have to listen to me, please. We’re running out of time.

(either sweat or a tear that runs down his face at this point. It’s ambiguous)

Raise your hands. Do it before it’s too late. don’t let Majin Buu destroy you and your children! PLEASE! DONT LET HIM WIN!

These considerations in mind: It makes a great deal of sense as to what people would see in pairing them together- be it for the sake of putting the two stoic men who used to be the big bad in the same panel together while Goku fights the big battles, or for shipping purposes. They’re kindred spirits, and sometimes when you see yourself in someone else you decide: Boy, I don’t fucking like you.

They are two characters who after a series of journeys, have broken from either familial or cultural expectations as a hallmark of their development and subsequently found some kind of validation and self-actualization. From that point they can think about what it is that THEY want. A long path on its own.

#Vegeta #Piccolo #Two Tsuns One Bed #PiccoVege #Piccogeta #Vegeta.txt #dragon ball

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saiyamekianprincess · 4 years

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You know, it's so cool to see a little bit of resurgence of Piccogeta/Viccolo in the fandom.

(And by "a resurgence", I mean there's like 3 fanfics and 1 new fanartist.)

But that's more than we've had in YEARS!! Let me be happy with my OTP! 😭

#piccolo #vegeta #piccolo x vegeta #otp

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aym-blast-blue · 5 years

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Chronicles Squad's Ship Names

There's already a ship name for Goku/Zamasu and Goku/Vegeta, so the two ships are opt out on the list for new ships.

Oturan/Zamasu- OZas

Oturan/Peez- PeezO

Oturan/Orcus- 2Os/OrcuRan

Oturan/Goku- GokuRan

Oturan/Vegeta- VegeRan

Oturan/Piccolo- PiccoRan

Zamasu/Peez- ZamPeez

Zamasu/Orcus- ZamOrcus

Zamasu/Vegeta- ZamaVege

Zamasu/Piccolo- 2Green/PiccoZamas

Peez/Orcus- PeezUs

Peez/Goku- GoPeez

Peez/Vegeta- PeezGeta

Peez/Piccolo- PeezCcolo

Orcus/Goku- GOrcus

Orcus/Vegeta- OrcVege

Orcus/Piccolo- OrcColo

Goku/Piccolo- GoCcolo

Piccolo/Vegeta- PiccoGeta

#dragon ball super #oc #oturanchlorenée #zamasu #vegeta #goku #piccolo #peez #orcus #chronicles squad

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elderyautjavegeta · 10 months

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⭐star⭐ for that Piccolo/Vegeta goodness ;)

Oh ho PxV bestie, you know I gotchu! 💅🏻 So there's two bits that I'm particularly fond of in my Super Hero AU I'm writing (it's not even close to being done so these are just some bits I love SO FAR).

The basic background you need to know about my AU is the majority of people have some kind of powers, but there's of course a class of people with enormous powers that become Super Heroes and Super Villains. There are no Saiyans here but there are Namekians. Vegeta is a former villain trying to find his way over to the hero side after a long stretch in Super Villain Prison basically, and ends up politely bullying Piccolo into being his mentor, as he too is a former Villain who became a Hero. If Piccolo could do it, maybe he could teach Vegeta? BUT, Vegeta is well, Vegeta, and he's not exactly forthcoming with his trust. A lot of this story deals with that trust being earned on BOTH sides. And Goku is basically Superman because he's #1 and everyone loves him. 🥰

One term you'll need as well is SPAR, which stands for Super Power Authorization Regime. They're basically the Super Power Riot squad; they handle Super-related incidents that are too intense or dangerous for regular Law Enforcement. We hate them. All my homies hate SPAR. 👎🏻

So the first bit, while not super spicy, is them making up after a fight and discussing Freeza's murdering of Vegeta's family, and how it was his FATHER'S fault that Freeza (basically his same evil alien invader emperor self) found Earth in the first damn place.

At this point in the story, P and V are cautious friends in a mentor-mentee relationship, trying to know each other better. No real crush-type feelings yet, but Vegeta knows his body is acting weird around Piccolo for some reason. He's just got rocks for brains and doesn't know what a CRUSH feels like.

ALRIGHT HERE'S THE FIRST BIT (under a read more for the mobile users because this is gonna be LOOOOOONG). Enjoy!

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"Fine. Since you're always talking about showing trust," Vegeta said, "I'll share something with you, something that isn't public knowledge either. When Freeza attacked, he didn't just kill my father. I had a mother, a younger brother, a sister-in-law."

Piccolo got a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"All this time, I thought they were targeted because I didn't bow to Freeza, challenged him for a throne that didn't exist at the time. I was cocky, I didn't hide behind my Villain identity. My family line was well known and the resemblance between myself and my father was hard to miss. Freeza thought that attacking my family would force me to submit to him, but he was wrong."

Vegeta's fists clenched at his sides, the white gloves creaking with the force.

"It just made me hate him more. I only went along with his whims to try and get close to him, and when I got my chance, I was easily outclassed. If Kakarot hadn't shown up that day, Freeza would have killed me."

A large, cool hand placed itself on his shoulder but he didn't flinch away from the unexpected contact.

"Tarble…" his voice was strained as he thought about his brother. "He wasn't blessed like me. He had low level powers. So did my mother. They both had basic telekinetic abilities but nothing substantial, enough to float small objects, sometimes a kitchen chair on a good day. Tarble's wife, Gure, could change colors like a chameleon… they never stood a chance."

The hand squeezed his shoulder and he felt himself lean into it, his chest tight.

"And in the end, it wasn't even my fault… it was my father's…"

He wanted to feel bad for wording it that way, waited for the guilt to well up in him, but it didn't come. He felt nothing at first, but then the anger began to boil in his chest, the color rising up his neck, flushing it red. His hands hurt from how tight he was clenching them.

"And don't say something cliche like it's Freeza's fault and no one else's…" he growled. Piccolo's hand was so cold it felt like it was burning through his shirt. The strangeness of it was distracting, and he latched on to it, not wanting to fall into another violent spiral, not when he had invited Piccolo here to make amends for his last meltdown.

"Equal blame can be placed on all of us," he said softly, focusing on Piccolo's touch. Piccolo must have felt him trying to relax because the hand squeezed again and didn't loosen, the ice cold seeping into his very bones. His heart rate slowed, he felt the flushed feeling of blood in his face slowly go away, and he forced himself to take a deep breath.

"Very good," Piccolo's deep voice rumbled. The 'something' from before zipped through his body again, making his fingers tingle.

"That's new. How many powers do you actually have?" Vegeta asked, looking up at his mentor. Piccolo gave him one of his rare smiles.

"I have a few, but this is just Namekian biology. We run much colder than humans do. It's why I meditate out here so much. Lots of warmth and sunlight; it keeps me from getting too slow."

He looked thoughtful for a second and removed his hand from Vegeta's shoulder. In spite of himself, Vegeta missed the touch instantly.

"No one else knows that about me," Piccolo murmured. "I consider it a weakness, something that can be exploited. Cool me down enough and I would stop moving, and eventually stop breathing I imagine. I don't ever plan to be in a situation where I can test that theory though…"

Vegeta hummed.

"I'm guessing your home planet is much warmer than Earth then."

Piccolo nodded and when he sat down in the grass right on the river's edge, Vegeta joined him.

"Yes, much warmer," Piccolo said, his eyes seeming to look far beyond the forest in front of him. "We don't have seasons or night time on Planet Namek. The planet is surrounded by three suns that constantly put off heat and light. Our grass and trees are blue and our water is green, like an inverse image of Earth. We don't have much in the way of plants but we do have Ajisa trees. They're incredibly rare and hard to grow, but they're worth the effort. A cataclysm wiped most of them out along with the rest of the plants on Namek a long time ago, but Elders managed to save a few seeds and have been slowly regrowing the Ajisa trees. There were a few mature ones that I was able to see when I was there…"

Vegeta was enthralled listening to Piccolo describe his home planet. He wondered if he would ever be able to make it there to see the Ajisa trees for himself one day… he may have ended up being a Super, but his love of the stars never faded.

"You miss it," Vegeta finally said. Piccolo simply nodded. They sat quietly together for a few moments, long enough for Vegeta to get his thoughts back together.

"Whatever it is that you're not telling me," Vegeta said softly, "I will respect your judgment as my mentor."

Piccolo looked down at Vegeta, who met his gaze immediately, his gaze sharp but his eyes calm once more.

"For now."

The corner of Piccolo's mouth turned up before he looked away again. Vegeta didn't.

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I just really really love them just SITTING and talking, it's SO NICE AHHHHHH. And Piccolo starting to open up to Vegeta because he wants Vegeta to open up to HIM. These two are so hard headed, if they would just sit down and TALK, ugh.

Side note, shout out to @idontremembermynamebutithinkits for the Namekians run cold headcanon that I borrowed. I really really loved it, I hope you don't mind!! Art work that inspired me is here -> https://idontremembermynamebutithinkits.tumblr.com/post/697842102966616064/you-know-how-i-headcanon-that-namekian-has-low

Second bit takes place in a hospital. I won't spoil why Vegeta is there, but he got hurt (they get hurt in this fic, they're superheroes but they're not GODS), and the conversation from the previous part was resumed and he learned some NEW stuff that fucked him right up. Launched into full blown panic attack, something he's never experienced before. Piccolo was there to help. This bit takes place after he finally calms down.

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"Well that was embarrassing…" Vegeta grumbled from under his blanket, grabbing Piccolo's attention.

"The hospital staff are used to it, I'm sure," Piccolo said, trying to be comforting, but Vegeta's glare returned and he looked away.

"I wasn't talking about them," the smaller man mumbled. "I was talking about you. All you've seen from me lately is weakness. It's disgraceful."

"Nothing you've done lately is weak, Vegeta. You are not weak for reacting badly to the idea of Freeza still being alive, not after all he did to you," Piccolo said calmly, hating that Vegeta's eyes squeezed shut at the sound of Freeza's name.

"Progress isn't linear," he continued, "and neither is healing. You got hurt, but you still saved people, myself and Solar Flare included. You are not weak for being scared."

Vegeta looked at his mentor again, expecting to see pity or something akin to it, but only saw warmth and understanding on the Namekian's face. His blood sang again and the cocktail in his IV drip was making him feel bold, so he slipped a hand out from under his blanket and placed it palm down on the bed wordlessly. Piccolo looked at it for a moment before taking it gently, and Vegeta instantly felt a soothing coolness permeate his hand, spreading slowly up his arm.

"Why didn't the doctor make you leave?" Vegeta asked, letting his eyes slide closed again as he relaxed further into the bed. He was so tired, and Piccolo's hand was so cold… it felt good…

"I… persuaded him into letting me stay. I said you wouldn't stay calm without me around, and he didn't seem too keen on trying to wrestle you himself later."

Well, the part about keeping him calm wasn't exactly a lie, Vegeta thought, recalling how he had begged Piccolo to not leave him. He hated the hospital, it reminded him too much of SPAR's torture chamber-looking excuse for medical rooms, and in the throes of his panic, he had almost convinced himself that he was back there, until he saw Piccolo.

"Thank you… for staying with me," Vegeta said, his words slurring together as his body finally calmed down enough to let sleep back in. He heard Piccolo hum at him, nothing more than a rumble from his chest, before sleep finally took him…

As Piccolo watched Vegeta sleep, he looked down at their clasped hands. The vast size difference there was almost comical, and he allowed himself to smooth his thumb over the back of Vegeta's hand, just once…

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AHHHHHHH WHAT ARE THOSE, FEELINGS???? ARE THOSE FEELINGS FROM YOU TWO????? OH. OH. I love it, this is where they start kinda feeling a little different towards each other. Getting the butterflies in their stomachs and all the other good sugary bullshit that I ADORE. Oh, Krillin's Hero Name is Solar Flare btw, I couldn't NOT give him that name. Love that for him.

I have so much love for this story, I've been working on it off and on for a few years now, and finally buckled down and started REALLY cranking on it a few months ago, right after the New Year.

To whoever else makes it this far, thanks for reading, and I hope you'll enjoy the fully edited, final edition that I'll post on AO3!!!

(/ 0 w0)/ ~💟

#piccogeta #piccovege #pxv #two tsuns one bed #otp: slighted royalty #dbz #dbz rarepair #riley writes fanfic #my fic #power levels are total bullshit #ask #sxvethelastdance #pxv superheroes #just in case I post more about this story I'll have that extra tag

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