Author: Masaka Kurayami
Title: Mahita (Teacher in Maori)
Rating: PG but wiil be NC17

Warnings: My first fic, yaoi a few swear words like
one! Alternate universe, may drag on.

Summary: An alternat universe where Vegeta didn't make
it off Earth after his fight with Goku. Instead was
taken to the same hospital that Goku's in. Goku has a
big secret and loses his friends because of it. CAn he
make a friend out of Vegeta or more?

Part three will be completed soon (promise >_<)!


July 2004

Disclaimer: to my great disappointment I don’t own em’. Ha could you imagine if I did? Oh the endless possibilities.

A/N: this is an A/U, where Vegeta didn’t quite make it off the planet, instead was taken to the hospital where Goku also was. Also, Goku reveals a secret, which ends him up, alone. But will Goku find a friend in Vegeta?


~Also to you all who read this I am a Kiwi and some spelling will be different, plus some Maori words contained within~



PG, eventually YAOI!



Porangi = crazy idiot

Whanau = family


CHAPTER ONE




“Your paralyzed from the waist down” those words seemed to echo throughout my entire body as I lay therein the bleak hospital room, looking around now I can see the pale beige walls that surround me like a unholy prison. Depressed. Turning my gaze towards outside I see that the sky is dappled with a thousand sparkling spheres of silver starlight. Staring up at them a feeling of warmth and comfort washes over me like the ocean brushing the shore, only to be sucked back into the darkness of the murky water as quickly as it had come.


Silently in the darkness and still of the night, held back tears begin to flow as the realization of my vulnerable status sinks in deep and painfully. Vicious attacks of anxiety consume my thoughts, now more and more tears stream down my cheeks more freely. Finally my eyes tire and the world of slumber claims me.



~o0@0o~



Glaring eyes gawk at me, confusion and anger blaze within them. It was a volcano ready to erupt all I needed was to muster up enough nerve and bravery to come clean, enough was enough I couldn’t take it any more, the final push and…. BOOM!

The heavy burden was supposed to be lifted off my conscience but instead a heavier load was piled onto me. If it weren’t for King Kai I would have gone on living a lie until the emptiness I felt slowly devoured me, becoming a nothing.

My thoughts shift away from civilization and unknowingly tears roll from my tired eyes. Face pained not from the severe blows received from the Saiyan Prince, not from the bruises and cuts over my entire body, not even from my many broken bones but from the ache I feel in my heart. Aching from the names they called and the horrible questions of repulsion they said to me. Dirty. Disgusting, ugh how can you live with yourself? Even the sustained silence and glaring beads, all this pain and hurt from my friends my whanau?

Finally, relief a plump old nurse barges her way into my hospital room, “Visiting hours are over sorry, you can come back tomorrow morning at 11:00 am. So if you don’t mind” she bluntly announces, at the end of her bulletin everyone begins to stand and gather any belongings, my whanau even went as far as to take back the flowers they had brought. The nurse with her nose high in the air turned on her heals and left the room followed by the others. Only whispers and scuffles of feet could be heard with their prompt departure leaving the aged wooden door swinging swiftly on its hinges.

~o0@0o~


My back being moved annoyingly woke me from my sleep. A young slender nurse with long curly blonde hair tied back in a tight ponytail was at my bedside. The smell of stale bacon, soggy eggs and concentrated orange juice filtered through my nostrils - breakfast. Cautiously I took the cold shit and knocked it back in no time at all, subsiding my hunger.

Moving to the end of the crappy bed, she picked up the chart and began signing off all the necessary checks and reviewing all the data from the previous checks done by other bimbos. An irritating hum pursed at her lips, I imagined myself extending out my arm and ripping out her vocal cords. A slight chuckle slipped past my lips at that thought. Instantly, before she could look up at me my face was transformed back to its usual scowl. “What?” I ask sharply “Your recovery is going well” she states the obvious would you look at that, “Much faster than we had expected. It will only be a month or so before someone will be able to take you home.” And there it was just the word to trigger me and send me through the roof; I can feel my blood begin to boil. Time stops, my vision blurs over with hurt and frustration “HOME” I spit at her “HOME?” again, “WHAT HOME?” my screams seem to echo throughout the entire ward, an orderly doing rounds passing the chilly room that my being occupies could be heard fumbling around, picking up dropped tit bits caused by my sudden outburst. “Sir please try to understand you can’t” bitterly I cut her off “I can’t what? You think that I want to be here? That I chose for this to happen to me? That this shit hole is my choice of accommodation?” quivering lips start just as the door swings open in a flurry.

A tall lean man wearing a white coat appears at the side of the frightened nurse. Heat radiates off my body, anger consumes me and my judgment is clouded of all logic, now all I feel is pain.

~o0@0o~


For an unexplainable reason I am hurting for the prince his outbursts full with emotion that one would think he did not possess. Although he did make the lovely nurse cry oh well I guess something’s will never change. The cracking of his deep burly voice shrilled down the halls of the ward.



Thinking of Vegeta, my thoughts drift and I find myself thinking about my home world. Questions race through my mind at a hundred miles an hour. Will I ever be able to know about Vegeta-sei? A cunning grin spreads across my face, he’s not going anywhere right now and well he must be as bored as I am, I’m sure he’ll be glad for the company. Uncertainty hits in the pit of my stomach a nervous anxiety hits in, the confrontation that played out between us flashes over in my mind.



After thinking I have made the decision to go see him. Propping myself up I carefully swing my battered legs over the edge of the unpleasant bed and begin to shakily hobble to the wheelchair. After I shift my weight until I’m in a comfortable enough position I at a snail's pace begin my journey towards the princes room.



~o0@0o~



What’s the damn fool coming towards my room for? He knows what I’m capable of, yet he continues on his little road trip his very slow road trip. What’s taking him so long? I begin to get anxious, why I am excited that the porangi is coming I don’t know!

Finally he arrives, “Struggling are we Kakarot?” I say in a sarcastic tune. His reply is muffled behind the thick door. A roaring laugh booms from my chest as I see him jammed in the door, jerking to try get the wheelchair free from the grasp of the door.

Now tears stream down my face as the moron belly flops onto the floor, ugh now the floor is tainted. “That’s not funny Vegeta, it really hurt” he says pouting in a childish manner still sitting on the ground where his hopeless entity fell “Yes it is Kakarot you would be laughing too if you saw some idiot belly flop onto the floor and land into a heap” I state matter of factly before turning back to my usual scowl. “What do you want anyway, I don’t want to see you! You’re the third class retard who put me here in the fist place!” the words don’t seem to register “Vegeta I was wondering if could you tell me about where we’re from?” unfortunately I have to admit the question left me flubber ghasted, I had thought he didn’t care to know or even want to be apart off our race but maybe I was wrong. We’ll see!?






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