Taking a Sick Day
(Raditz x Reader)
Raditz x fem!reader - 2,468 Words - SFW
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This fic was a request by an anonymous user! The prompt was as follows:
"Can I request a Raditz one-shot please? Where the reader is sick and he's taking care of her."
I did just that! You can imagine this as being part of the Princess Saga universe I suppose, minus Earth being fine. Otherwise it’s just an alternate saiyan AU! I hope you all enjoy!
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Raditz was pacing back and forth in his room, unsure of what to do. Kakarot was off-world doing who knows what, probably visiting Earth again or something stupid like that. The point was he wouldn’t pick up his scouter, and Raditz was running out of options. Nappa wasn’t answering either, leaving only one more person he could call. He shut his eyes tight as he placed his fingers upon the scouter, clicking the button twice as the transmission was sent out.
“The hell do you want?” Snapped the prince, sounding a bit breathless. A few grunts came from the other end and Raditz quickly realized he must be sparring or something similar.
“I need… help.” He replied weakly, running his hands through his hair.
Vegeta laughed at him, the sound slightly staticy through the scouter’s speakers. Raditz simply sighed, rolling his eyes as he waited for Vegeta to stop making fun of him. “Why the hell would I help you?”
“I- well-“ he groaned, kicking at the floor before flopping down on his couch. “I think she’s sick.”
Vegeta rolled his eyes, grunting again as he dodged the training bot’s laser attack. “You have to be more specific, dumbass.”
“You know…” Raditz grumbled, face heating up as he began to fidget with his hands, “her.”
“Oh right, your woman play-thing,” Vegeta gagged.
“Hey, don’t call her that!” Raditz yelled.
“Watch your tone with me!” Vegeta yelled back before continuing, “Is she your girlfriend yet?”
Raditz paused, “well not technically I haven’t asked her yet and-“
Vegeta sighed, “get to the point Raditz.”
“I don’t know what to do!”
He could practically hear the way Vegeta rolled his eyes, “go take care of her?”
“Yeah, but how? And what if I get sick?”
Vegeta actually stopped training for a moment, wondering if he was actually dealing with this right now. The moment was over as soon as it happened, however, as he was almost zapped by another attack. “Don’t be such a baby and bring her soup or something you idiot!”
“What if she doesn’t like soup!”
Vegeta grit his teeth, “then pick something else! She’s your girlfriend damn it!” At that the call ended, and Raditz rolled his head back into the couch cushions.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” he huffed. What the hell was he supposed to do?
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What the hell were you going to do? You felt awful; so awful that awful was an understatement. You weren’t sure if this was a common cold being taken to the extreme from lack of rest, or perhaps it had never been a cold to begin with and you picked up some virus while out on a mission last week. The point was you were running a high fever and your nose was running like a waterfall.
Your body ached, worse than training with the boys always felt. It felt as though your skin was on fire, and lounging around in just a t-shirt and underwear still felt as if you were covered in winter clothing. Your tail hung limp behind you as you weakly made your way to the fridge, needing to get something to drink.
You felt awful having to cancel on Raditz yesterday. Hopefully he understood that you just weren’t up for going off-world, as excited as you had both been for it. The last thing you wanted was to get him sick or simply overdo it and get worse.
You felt like you were hallucinating when there was a knock at the door and you stopped to stare at it for a moment, tail barely twitching as you concentrated on the sound. The knock rang out once more, louder this time, as you made your way to it.
“I’m comin’,” you groaned, grabbing a blanket from off the couch and wrapping it around your waist haphazardly. You grabbed the door knob and twisted it slowly, cracking the door open slightly just to take a peak at who it was.
Dressed in a dark-brown tank top and black sweatpants was none other than the long-haired man himself. He was carrying a gift bag in one hand, along with a tray of something else in the other. His smile was gentle as he waited for you to let him in. “Hey sleepy-girl, how ‘ya feeling?”
You opened the door wider, slightly embarrassed of your disheveled appearance. You hadn’t brushed your hair today, but you were glad you at least managed to brush your teeth and shower for a bit so you were somewhat presentable. “Sick.”
“Yeah, I can tell.” He walked in past you, tail brushing against your nose and causing you to giggle a bit before you shut and locked the door to your room.
“Watch your tail, I don’t wanna get snot on you,” you snickered, waddling into the main foyer after him.
“Ew!” He laughed, setting the tray down on the kitchen counter, “don’t say stuff like that, it’s gross!”
“It’s the truth!” You replied, a dopey smile lighting up your features. Raditz stood across from you, leaning against the countertop in your kitchen. Your little room was nothing grand; you had a small kitchen with a barely operating fridge and stove top, and a rounded table with four seats sat right near the edge of where the kitchen ended and the living room began. You had one couch, a small coffee table, and your television was sitting atop a small bookshelf across from them both. The only other rooms were the bathroom and your bedroom, which was a complete and utter mess at the moment.
“Why are you here?” You croaked, moving back into the living and walking up to the coffee table. Your bathroom trash bin sat on the floor beside your couch-makeshift-bed, filled to the brim with tissues. You added another to the pile as you grabbed the box from the desk and blew your nose, Raditz wincing at the sound.
“I wanted to make sure you were taking care of yourself,” he replied casually. “Eating, drinking, breathing; all the good stuff.”
You giggled once more before that evolved into an avid coughing fit. He moved over to you quickly, grabbing your shoulders and steering you to lay down on the couch. “Gods you're burning up! What’s your temperature?”
“You should know I run hot,” you winked, coughing into your elbow as he rolled his eyes and smirked.
“Oh no, and you’re delusional! It’s worse than I thought.” You held in your laughter this time, not wanting to choke on your own giggles again. Raditz was so much larger than you, and often times tougher than most saiyans because of it. Today, however, his touch was gentle, and he pushed you to lay back slowly, situating your pillow behind your back before walking back into the kitchen.
“Seriously though, why are you here? Did you forget something?” You asked carefully.
He simply shook his head, pulling all that hair of his into a messy bun and washing his hands. “What, I need a reason to come and visit?”
You thought for a moment, “usually you have some sort of excuse.”
“What!” He snapped, crossing his arms. “I do not!”
You began to count on your fingers as a smile crept up your face, “well, there was that one time you ‘forgot’ your favorite hair-tie.”
“Have you seen how much hair I have?” He countered, waving at the piled up strands. “The others don’t work!”
“Or you ‘forgot’ your phone but it was really in your pocket?”
“I genuinely could not find it.”
“And finally,” you said carefully. “Two days ago you woke me up early to go on our mission, which wasn’t scheduled until yesterday.”
Raditz shrugged, “I am my brother’s brother. Brains isn’t exactly something my family takes pride in.”
“Isn’t your dad a scientist?”
Raditz grabbed the tray and gift bag and made his way over to you, quick to change the subject, “look, I brought food for you.”
You sniffed carefully, smirking as the scent of a flavorful broth hit your nose. “You made me soup?”
“No, I brought you soup. I can’t cook to save my life, luckily the dining hall had some on stand by.”
You smiled anyway as he set the tray in your lap, the gesture on its own more than enough. “Thanks Raditz.”
“No problem sweet heart,” he teased, ruffling your hair and grabbing your trash bin. He walked it over to your main garbage can and dumped it, setting it back down beside you carefully.
“How’d you know this was my favorite?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and lifting the spoon to your lips. You blew on it carefully before popping it in your mouth, tail wagging weakly behind you as you smiled and relaxed. “Man this is good. Just what I needed.”
He smiled as he watched you eat it, glad you were feeling well enough to get some food into your stomach. “Believe it or not,” he chuckled, walking up to the tv and sticking a usb of some sort into the back of it, “I pay attention to the things you tell me.”
“Sometimes,” you added playfully.
He rolled his eyes and nodded. “Sometimes.” He quickly snatched the remote from the coffee table and plopped down beside you on the couch, causing your body to bounce up a bit and for the soup to slosh around in the bowl. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you smiled, finishing off your soup and setting the tray on the ground. You tilted your head at him, “what did you put in the tv?”
He shrugged, “just a USB.”
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, “with what on it, dummy.”
“Oh! Apologies, Vegeta,” he said quickly, smirking and bowing to you. “I didn’t realize I was speaking to the prince! Had I known sooner I-” He laughed as you shoved his shoulder before you started coughing again. His eyes whipped to yours quickly as he looked you over, concern clear as day in his stare. “Are you okay?”
You nodded, the coughing not subsiding. He grabbed the water from the tray and handed it to you, encouraging you to take a few sips. You did, choking on the water a bit in the process but getting it down nonetheless.
He wiped your cheek carefully, running a thumb over the corners of your eyes to wipe the tears that gathered there away. “Man you’re a mess.”
“Thanks Raditz.” You croaked.
“Come here,” he grunted, turning your body as if you weighed nothing at all. He placed a pillow on his lap and pulled your head down onto it, your legs resting comfortably on the cushions. He looked down at you and swept your hair out of your face before taking his out of the bun. “You need rest.”
“I wanna see what you brought with you though,” you frowned. “What’s on the USB? And what’s in the bag?” He sighed, clicking through the menu options and loading up the video file on it. Your tail thumped happily as you read the title of the movie and glanced up at him. “There is no way you-“
“I know, I know, it’s the WORST movie of all time,” he teased, poking your sides as you giggled.
“How dare you!” You squealed. “This is my all time favorite you ass!”
“Mhm, that makes sense I suppose.”
You glared at him, jabbing his side, “hey!” He laughed again, his voice echoing around the room and making your heart beat wildly in your chest.
“Since it’s for you though I guess I can put up with it. Just this once.”
You wrapped your arm around his leg and nuzzled into the pillow, a shiver running up his spine. He pulled a blanket over you as you relaxed, incredibly comfortable and at peace being taken care of by the large saiyan.
“How’d you even get it?”
“Through a very legal, not-virus filled website.”
You shook your head, “oh, of course.” You glanced over at his feet, where the silver gift bag was laying, stuffed haphazardly with white and sparkly tissue paper. “What’s in that?”
“Well, do you want it now, or when you’re feeling better?”
You paused, rubbing your hand against your chin as you thought. “Is it something I’d want now?”
He nodded, “I think so.”
“Then I’ll take it now please.” You rolled onto your back, staring up at him as he leaned down and grabbed the handles of it. He smelled refreshing up close, his cologne breaking through even your overly stuffed-up nose.
“Here you go,” he replied, handing it to you. “It’s nothing fancy so don’t-“
“Oh you stop that,” you giggled, taking the tissue paper out. “I’ll love it no matter- OH MY GOSH,” you yelled, coughing into your arm again.
“Careful! Geez!” He exclaimed. “If it kills you I’ll feel awful!” You pulled the stuffed animal out of the bag slowly, admiring the pristine fabric and the little red bow around its neck. It was your favorite animal in your favorite color, and you wrapped your arms around it tightly. The fabric was soft and plush in your hands, and your smile lit up your features.
“Raditz, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever gotten me. Ever.” He waved his hand at you.
“You’re just saying that,” he grunted, the tips of his ears heating up. Your eyes felt heavy laying there like that, and you turned onto your side again to watch the movie, stuffy now clutched closely to your chest and the tissue paper being scattered around the couch and floor.
“You’re a good boyfriend, Raditz,” you sighed. His tail puffed out as he looked down at you.
“I- uh-“
“Thank you.”
“Y-y-you’re welcome,” he grumbled, face blushing bright red. He felt hot now, veins pumping fire beneath his skin. He might have even been as warm as you now. Had you called him that intentionally, or were you simply so out of it from the fever you had no idea what you were saying?
He glanced down at you once more, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you snored softly. The combination of him, the movie, warm soup, the stuffy, and his gentle care having finally allowed you to get some much needed rest. He placed a kiss to your forehead, his tail intertwining with yours as he ran a hand through your hair and you smiled. He’d ask you about it when you were feeling better in a few days. Hell, after he got better. He wasn’t leaving your side until you were healthy again, and that probably meant getting himself sick in the process. That was something to deal with when it happened, however. Right now though? He was just happy you were okay.