Vegeta gagged, leaning over the toilet in his bathroom, throwing up petals and saliva. It seemed it was getting worse and worse with the more he ignored the pain of not being loved by his crush. He was too scared - he and them were rivals. They were supposed to hate each other, but here the prince was, throwing up flower petals for the other Saiyan Goku....or, Kakarot. Vegeta sighed as he sat up, then collapsing onto the wall behind him with his face in his hands. "Fuck..." He groaned, getting up and washing his face off. He stared in the mirror for a moment, then scoffing and turning his face, walking out of the room and to his bed, falling face first on it. He sighed once again, lifting his face up and getting up from the comfy bed, waking out his room and to the kitchen, starving.

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Vegeta was back on his bed, staring up at his ceiling, bored. He could train, but he felt like actual shit, and he could just sit there and sulk about how life sucks. He chose the second option, by the way. He closed his eyes, trying to think about something that would distract him from the pain he was experiencing, only getting thoughts about his crush, the person who started this all, and made his life miserable. He scrunched his face in frustration, turning on his side, but then gagging, running to his bathroom to puke up flower petals again...

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Goku was in the same condition, pain and love at the same time. He whimpered, the petals scraping his throat as they slid off his tongue. He gripped onto his gi as a child would to their parent as he puked up, his eyes widening as he saw small bits of blood mixed in, making him have a mini heart attack. "Oh fuck-" Goku whimpered, drops of blood mixed with saliva dripping from his lips. "S-Shit.." He mumbled, standing up, wobbling over to the sink to wash the blood and saliva from his lips after flushing the toilet. He then gripped onto the sink tightly, crating small dents in it as he felt light-headed. Trying not to collapse, he ran to his bed to not pass out on the floor and instead, somewhere comfortable. Being right on time, his eyes drooped, closing as he slept, his pants now small and quiet.

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I hope you liked chapter 1! No action or whatever, just how their dealing with their things~ <3