He raised his head slowly. The blood dripped from the large gash across his forehead. He remained on his knees as he looked up at the man who was standing before him with a gun in his hand. His hands trembled and his eyes stared at the dead body laying in front of him in a pool of blood. Vegeta stood carefully and removed the gun from his grasp. The gun came swiftly and rested in Vegeta's palm. They needed to get out and they needed to now. He grabbed Kakarott by the wrist and drug him out of the small apartment building. They fled down the stairs quickly. Vegeta knew the cops would be there soon and he wasn't about to land himself and Kakarott in jail. Especially since they had no way to get out. They escaped the building quickly and ran about a block before they slowed to catch their breath. Vegeta bent over and rested his hands on his knees and breathed deeply. He watched as Kakarott only stood and stared off into the distance with a blank expression.

"Kakarott," he said half out of breath. "Are you alright?"

He only kept his gaze in one spot. "I just killed someone."

"Yes, that's not new for you, no lets get out of here!" He grabbed Kakarott's wrist again and tried to drag him along. Kakarott resisted and kept himself were he was.

"I.. I just.." His voice was raising. "Killed someone." He looked at his hands as they trembled. Like he didn't know who he was.

"Kakarott come on!" He said as he heaved at his coat.

"Vegeta, I.." He froze.

"Oh for christ's sake." He walked up to him and placed his hands on either side of Kakrott's face. "You are fine. We'll talk about this after we get back to the house. Trust me." The wind nipped at their skin. It was below zero out and they were standing in the middle of a desolate street in the dark. There were various windows with light shining through and plenty of abandoned warehouses. Vegeta pulled Kakarott along.

They were close to home and Kakarott was only getting slower. Vegeta kept trying to pull him along. They were so close he could almost taste it. Walking sucked. He wished he could fly. He'd never realised how much he used it until it was gone. As if a prayer was answered, they finally arrive at the apartment complex that was now established as 'home'. It was an unlikely place to live. Somewhere Vegeta never thought he'd dwell. They resided in a small apartment complex that was square in size and coated with brick. They lived on the second floor of three. Kakarott managed to move his feet a little longer. Just enough to land him inside the door. Vegeta immediately removed his large winter coat and tossed it on the couch. He looked back at Kakarott, who was still standing in font of the door with his shoulders slumped. Vegeta grabbed him by the shoulders and and lead him towards their tattered green couch. He removed his coat and boots and shoved him down on the sofa. He flicked on the T.V. and stalked off the the kitchen. What was he to do? It was a shame he wasn't the real Kakarott. He didn't remember a thing from his pervious life. It almost seemed fake. The life the two lived before. It was so obsolete that it almost didn't seem real anymore. They had been trapped in this hell for two months and there wasn't a familiar thing around. Kakarott losing his memory didn't make it any better either. He placed a pot of tea on the cheap burner and waited for it to heat. Vegeta couldn't understand how he ended up in these situations. He didn't even know how they got here or how Kakarott lost his memory. All remembered was waking up in a dim apartment on a lumpy mattress next to an imbecile. They looked the same. Everything was the same except for their location. The first thing they tried to do was go see Bulma. Apparently, she didn't exist. There wasn't an entry anywhere that showed anyone with last name Briefs existed except for an old lady and a Puerto Rican family. God only knows where they got that last name. The next thing, and probably the most imperative, was that there was no ki. Yes, there was life energy, but not like they knew by heart. It couldn't be sensed. There wasn't that sixth sense that he'd had for years. They relied solely on the senses they already had. Sight, hearing, touch, smell, and taste. That was it. Nothing else was there to aid them, and nothing else to impair them. They were living a typical human life in a small apartment with two small bedrooms, a cramped kitchen and one bathroom, in a shitty neighbourhood with shitty low life people. The people upstairs, Vegeta was almost certain, were running a meth lab. The people down stairs had screaming children and crying toddlers. Their apartment was comprised of cheap furniture and old carpeting and walls. There wasn't any organisation or neatness. Everything was thrown about and neither of them cared. Kakarott had tried to clean here and there, eventually he just gave up. The date was even scarier. It was years back. YEARS. everything was old, cars still had wheels and houses were shaped in square shapes. For the age, they were at the peak of their technological expansions. With their iPhones and such. If only they knew what they'd be cooking up in the future. Vegeta smirked as he stirred the pot of tea. He didn't know how any of this was possible. He hadn't the slightest idea how he got here, much less why Kakarott was with him, but he decided to embrace it in least. As far as he knew, the two of then were still in fact, Saiyans. That much hasn't changed. The real hard to grasp concepts were the facts there was no ki and no flying and no nothing. There was nothing. They were vulnerable to everything. Even bullets and it seemed so pitiful. The Prince of all Saiyans could be taken down by a single human made product. It was rather pathetic. Once again, there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. At last, the tea was done and he'd poured a cup for himself, and his rattled comrade in the next room. He carried the cups and placed them on the coffee table. He gently pushed Kakrott's mug to him, then sat back with his own and propped his feet on the coffee table. Kakarott lent forward slightly and placed his hands in his head. It hadn't been the first near death experience Vegeta had since landing in the bizarre time, but it was definitely the first time someone died. Especially by the vary hands of Kakarott. He was clearly traumatised and knew that raiding that house was a horrible idea. Especially in this neighbourhood. Usually, they raided nicer houses. They needed the money now and they didn't have time to screw around. Vegeta had suggested a house near home that seemed like it had lots of traffic. Little did they know, it was the house of a drug lord and someone was ALWAYS home. While Vegeta had been raiding draws, a man had jumped out of the shadows and hit him on the head with a lamp. He had him on his knees at gun point when Kakarott shot him in the head with a pistol he found in the other room. Or at least, that's where Vegeta would've expected him to get it. Neither of them were super educated on the topic of guns or drugs, but at least they tried. He was surprised Kakarott even knew how to shot one. He calmly sipped at his tea as he watched a dopey show playing on the small T.V. Kakarott continued to mope and run his fingers through his hair.

"Kakarott, calm down. You've done that before." He said as he sipped his tea again.

"I have? What kind of person was I?" He eyed Vegeta with wide, broken eyes.

"You were a heartless piece of garbage that beat the hell out of everyone and killed who ever you could just so you could have fun." Vegeta eyed him.

Goku face expressed pure bewilderment. He looked at Vegeta with the most pathetic yet heart wrenching expression ever. Vegeta couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm kidding. You were this goodie two shoes who was always stronger than me and put the well being of others before yourself. You were kinda stupid. Or, at least, you acted like you were completely clueless." Vegeta sipped his tea again.

"You do realise I was probably just putting on an act." He said as he grabbed his mug.

"I know that now. I was a part of you at one point." Vegeta said as he brushed dirt from his knee.

"Oh right. The fusion thing. How exactly did that work?"

"There were these earrings and they made two people one, basically."

"And, we did that to make us stronger? To fight some guy, who was pink." He was skeptical.

"Yeeep." He drug out the e.

"Hm. That still doesn't make me feel any better. I still killed someone. A living breathing person. Who wasn't doing any harm."

Vegeta sat up. "He was going to kill me execution style!" Vegeta about screamed.

Goku looked him in the eye. "He wasn't doing an harm. He was protecting his territory. We were invading it." He sipped his tea.

"See, that remark right there, makes me think you're just acting like you don't remember a damn thing. Who says something so righteous when they don't even know their own name." Vegeta crossed his arms.

"That was low, even for you."

"Well whose fault is that?"

"Gee, I dunno. I can't seem to remember a damn thing." He said in a cruel sarcastic tone and raced off to his room.

Vegeta finished his tea in one gulp and stood.

"Damn you're a moody mother fucker today aren't you?" He yelled through the wall.

"Go to hell!" Kakarott yelled back.

Vegeta grunted and went to his own room and slammed the door. Vegeta didn't know why or how Kakarott didn't remember anything. He hoped it was only a little memory loss and his old composure would come back, but it seemed a little too late for that now. He shook his head and undressed himself. He definitely had the smaller of the two rooms. He left Kakarott the biggest because the smaller one had the bathroom attached to it. The only problem? Kakarott could come in and use the bathroom whenever he liked. He hopped in the shower and cleansed himself. It had definitely been a trying day. What with the stealing and all. He knew that at some point they'd get caught. What choice did they have? It's not like either of them possessed any talents or job requirements. Hell, they didn't even know anything else other than training. Something Kakarott still kept up with. For not remembering anything, of all things, he still remembered that. Of corse he would, he's a Saiyan. It's in his blood to literally do it all the time. Almost like eating. It's a daily thing. Vegeta rinsed the rest of the soap from his hair and got out. By now, he'd think he'd be used to drying of manually instead of using ki, but that annoyance was soon recognised. Oh how much he wanted his ki back. He dried himself, manually, and rested in his bed. He laid in the dark with his arms folded behind his head. He watched the ceiling fan make a few resolutions before he drifted away into a deep sleep.

Hey guys I'm back. This story is sorta a long shot! I hope you understand what I'm trying to get across.. lol There will defiantly be more of an explanation in the future chapters, if this even is liked by anyone. xD I tried, okay?! Peace out :3