Disclaimer: Me no own. You no sue. Not that you'd get much anyway, since I
don't even have a job.
A/N: well, I've gotten the craving to do a Goku angst. I hope I still kept him in character, though.
Chapter One: ~*It Begins*~
"Vegeta, come eat lunch already!" An exasperated Bulma rapped out irritably at the door of the gravity room.
"Leave me alone, onna! What have I told you about interrupting my training?! I *must* get stronger than Kakarot!" An equally irritated response came back, sounding slightly muffled coming from inside the room.
Bulma sighed, shaking her head at her husband's constant tirades of defeating Goku once and for all. Giving up, seeing how it was pointless to try and get the Saiyan to eat at the moment, the blue-haired scientist made her way back to the kitchen to preserve the meal laid out for the prince. While wrapping the steaming chicken (that had a suspicious green tinge to the edge) in plastic wrapping, Bulma mused on what had transpired the night before. Goku had turned up on her doorstep, quite ruffled up as if training. Now usually, this was rather normal, as Goku would sometimes come to spar with Vegeta even if he had already trained for the day. Only this time, it was different.
For one thing, Goku hadn't said a single word to Bulma. No greeting, none of the cheerful grins, no jovial chuckles. Only a blank stare that Bulma had rarely seen on the usually cheerful face. Almost as if he hadn't even seen her. The young Saiyan had merely brushed by his genius friend and made his way straight to Vegeta.
For another thing, she had later found out from Vegeta (more specifically, weeded it out of him with persistent interrogations) that during their spar, Goku had finished it quickly. Normally, he would allow the fight to drag out to merely savor the joy of fighting even if he could finish it quickly. But, as Vegeta grudgingly admitted, this time Goku had immediately jumped straight to Super Saiyan 3 and pounded the prince, ending the fight in a meager five minutes. Perhaps that was why Vegeta seemed more stubborn today in what Bulma considered was training till he dropped dead.
Back in the Gravity room, Vegeta was pondering the same thing, although in a less calm manner.
'Damn that Kakarot!' The prince seethed as he effortlessly punched the air in 300 times normal gravity. 'How dare he rub in my temporary inferiority! Since when has he ever done that?! He is a third class! I am the prince!! I shall see him bow before me once I have beaten him into the ground!' Vegeta vowed for perhaps the millionth time. But through his anger-filled mind, a small part was curious. Exactly why had Kakarot been so eager to end the fight? And where had that idiotic grin gone to when the prince greeted him (with his usual 'hn' of course)?
"No matter." Vegeta muttered, performing a series of rapid kicks at a difficult angle. "I shall find out today."
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"Mom, I'm gonna be at Trunks' house!" Son Goten yelled at the top of his lungs, as he was unsure where his mother was in the house. Or whether she was in the house or not, which she wasn't, but Goten apparently didn't know that. "Be back in a few hours!" Racing across the room, Goten paused for a moment to stare at the back of his father's head which apparently seemed fixated out the window. Even after a few years, the young Son was still a teensy bit uncomfortable around his father. After all, he hadn't known him for his entire life like Gohan had, and the full Saiyan wasn't home much. But that didn't mean he didn't want to be friends!
So it was with the barest hint of timidity that Goten spoke to his father, who seemed to be in a daze. "Bye, dad! See you later!"
Goku snapped out of his reverie and gave his son a bright smile. " 'Kay, see ya!"
The minute the teenage boy was out the door, the dazzling grin on the Saiyan's face immediately vanished to be replace with the blank look it held before. His once expressive eyes seemed to have built an impenetrable wall, for the deep ebony was void of the usual presence of swirling emotions.
And it was in this position and state Vegeta found him in.
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"He's late, the baka! Has his brain finally exploded, he knows not to keep me waiting!" Vegeta growled.
"So what're you whining to me for?" Bulma's voice responded in annoyance. "Why don't *you* go to *him* if you're so impatient, and maybe even give me a bit of peace!"
"Hmph, fine! I will, worthless onna!" Vegeta stormed out in his usual temper, cursing lightly about damn ningen women and their impossibility. With his superior speed in flying, it was within minutes that he spotted the familiar humble surroundings of his rival's home. Without even bothering to knock, Vegeta barged through the small door, announcing his presence rather loudly.
"Kakarot, get your lazy ass up!" Vegeta demanded once he spotted the younger Saiyan. When he received no response, Vegeta smirked. "What, given up on fighting? Are you truly the human you claim to be, the peace-loving fool of a warrior? Or is it because you have finally realized your position as the low, third-class and you will never defeat me?" 'Despite the fact that he did yesterday.' Vegeta mentally added angrily. But that wasn't the point; the point was to goad Kakarot into action.
However, it didn't seem to work, for Goku continued to stare out the window, not moving an inch. Annoyed, the prince walked over and pretended to stare out the window along with him.
"Hmm, I do believe you can go for better tastes, Kakarot." Vegeta drawled. "Although staring at trees all day may be the challenge needed for your brain capacity, I do believe you have other things to attend to."
Still no response!
Perhaps he was meditating?
Vegeta opened his mouth to express his displeasure of being ignored, when he got a clear view of his rival's expression. Or rather, his lack of expression.
'Interesting. First time I've seen Kakarot without either that moronic grin of his or that silly smirk he wears during a battle.'
Deciding he had had enough of the other's silence, Vegeta resorted to his favorite, and in his opinion, best way of gaining attention.
"Yow!" The cry of surprised pain rang out from the previously immobile Saiyan, after Vegeta had discharged a small ki blast straight into his face. Frantically rubbing his steaming face, Goku turned to his attacker in confusion.
"What was that for?"
"Well, apparently, your attention needed the extra boost as it seemed to be glued to the trees out there." Came the prince's reply.
"Oh. . .yeah." And to Vegeta's utter disbelief, Goku resumed his blank stare.
"KAKAROT! YOU *IDIOT!*"
Goku jumped up, startled. And once again, confusion clouded his face. "*What*?"
"I didn't come all the way out here just to give you a faceful of ki, and then just leave! Why did you not come for our daily spar?" Vegeta huffed angrily, crossing his arms in his trademark position.
"Oh, well. . ."
"And I demand an explanation for yesterday."
That seemed to get his attention. Immediately, Goku's once blank eyes seemed to darken with a raging storm, his mouth setting in a tight, grim line. Thick eyebrows shot down faster than the speed of light in a deep frown, the expression rivaling the prince's most intense scowls. Vegeta swore the room temperature seemed to drop several degrees.
Then, just as suddenly it appeared, the icy glare disappeared. When the young Saiyan spoke, nothing in his annoyingly cheerful voice indicated any sign of the previous atmosphere.
"Watcha talkin' 'bout, Geta?" (Vegeta scowled at the nickname) "If this is about me beating you again-"
"No, it's not about you defeating me again!" Vegeta roared, slightly pissed at the mere mention of another countless defeat. "Cease your pretense, Kakarot. What the hell is your problem?!"
Again, that iciness. But only in the eyes this time. The Saiyan prince found it slightly unnerving to be staring at one with an expression that was completely happy, carefree, but with eyes of steel. 'That does not match the baka's face.' Vegeta thought to himself.
"Aw, Vegeta, quit kidding with me, I dunno what you're talking about. You know, I'm getting hungry. I'll come back to spar after a hunt, 'kay? Be back!" Then, quicker than the blink of an eye, Goku was gone, blasting off into the forest.
Vegeta quickly followed, fully intending to get his answers- and his spar- without delay, but abruptly stopped when Goku's ki signal seemed to wink out of existence.
'What the hell?! Why does that fool need to suppress his ki on a hunt?!? Now I know he's hiding something. And I'm going to find out.'
~~~~A few miles away, deep in the woods~~~
Only the back of a crouching figure could be seen by the meager light offered by the entrance of the cave he was in, the object clutched in his hand invisible in the darkness. Son Goku's closed eyes opened, still containing that steely air.
A soft murmur barely echoed about the tiny cave, the sound extinguishing before reaching the outside life.
"No one will understand."
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Errr..did that sound stupid or what? But don't worry, it'll sound better as the plot thickens.
A/N: well, I've gotten the craving to do a Goku angst. I hope I still kept him in character, though.
Chapter One: ~*It Begins*~
"Vegeta, come eat lunch already!" An exasperated Bulma rapped out irritably at the door of the gravity room.
"Leave me alone, onna! What have I told you about interrupting my training?! I *must* get stronger than Kakarot!" An equally irritated response came back, sounding slightly muffled coming from inside the room.
Bulma sighed, shaking her head at her husband's constant tirades of defeating Goku once and for all. Giving up, seeing how it was pointless to try and get the Saiyan to eat at the moment, the blue-haired scientist made her way back to the kitchen to preserve the meal laid out for the prince. While wrapping the steaming chicken (that had a suspicious green tinge to the edge) in plastic wrapping, Bulma mused on what had transpired the night before. Goku had turned up on her doorstep, quite ruffled up as if training. Now usually, this was rather normal, as Goku would sometimes come to spar with Vegeta even if he had already trained for the day. Only this time, it was different.
For one thing, Goku hadn't said a single word to Bulma. No greeting, none of the cheerful grins, no jovial chuckles. Only a blank stare that Bulma had rarely seen on the usually cheerful face. Almost as if he hadn't even seen her. The young Saiyan had merely brushed by his genius friend and made his way straight to Vegeta.
For another thing, she had later found out from Vegeta (more specifically, weeded it out of him with persistent interrogations) that during their spar, Goku had finished it quickly. Normally, he would allow the fight to drag out to merely savor the joy of fighting even if he could finish it quickly. But, as Vegeta grudgingly admitted, this time Goku had immediately jumped straight to Super Saiyan 3 and pounded the prince, ending the fight in a meager five minutes. Perhaps that was why Vegeta seemed more stubborn today in what Bulma considered was training till he dropped dead.
Back in the Gravity room, Vegeta was pondering the same thing, although in a less calm manner.
'Damn that Kakarot!' The prince seethed as he effortlessly punched the air in 300 times normal gravity. 'How dare he rub in my temporary inferiority! Since when has he ever done that?! He is a third class! I am the prince!! I shall see him bow before me once I have beaten him into the ground!' Vegeta vowed for perhaps the millionth time. But through his anger-filled mind, a small part was curious. Exactly why had Kakarot been so eager to end the fight? And where had that idiotic grin gone to when the prince greeted him (with his usual 'hn' of course)?
"No matter." Vegeta muttered, performing a series of rapid kicks at a difficult angle. "I shall find out today."
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"Mom, I'm gonna be at Trunks' house!" Son Goten yelled at the top of his lungs, as he was unsure where his mother was in the house. Or whether she was in the house or not, which she wasn't, but Goten apparently didn't know that. "Be back in a few hours!" Racing across the room, Goten paused for a moment to stare at the back of his father's head which apparently seemed fixated out the window. Even after a few years, the young Son was still a teensy bit uncomfortable around his father. After all, he hadn't known him for his entire life like Gohan had, and the full Saiyan wasn't home much. But that didn't mean he didn't want to be friends!
So it was with the barest hint of timidity that Goten spoke to his father, who seemed to be in a daze. "Bye, dad! See you later!"
Goku snapped out of his reverie and gave his son a bright smile. " 'Kay, see ya!"
The minute the teenage boy was out the door, the dazzling grin on the Saiyan's face immediately vanished to be replace with the blank look it held before. His once expressive eyes seemed to have built an impenetrable wall, for the deep ebony was void of the usual presence of swirling emotions.
And it was in this position and state Vegeta found him in.
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"He's late, the baka! Has his brain finally exploded, he knows not to keep me waiting!" Vegeta growled.
"So what're you whining to me for?" Bulma's voice responded in annoyance. "Why don't *you* go to *him* if you're so impatient, and maybe even give me a bit of peace!"
"Hmph, fine! I will, worthless onna!" Vegeta stormed out in his usual temper, cursing lightly about damn ningen women and their impossibility. With his superior speed in flying, it was within minutes that he spotted the familiar humble surroundings of his rival's home. Without even bothering to knock, Vegeta barged through the small door, announcing his presence rather loudly.
"Kakarot, get your lazy ass up!" Vegeta demanded once he spotted the younger Saiyan. When he received no response, Vegeta smirked. "What, given up on fighting? Are you truly the human you claim to be, the peace-loving fool of a warrior? Or is it because you have finally realized your position as the low, third-class and you will never defeat me?" 'Despite the fact that he did yesterday.' Vegeta mentally added angrily. But that wasn't the point; the point was to goad Kakarot into action.
However, it didn't seem to work, for Goku continued to stare out the window, not moving an inch. Annoyed, the prince walked over and pretended to stare out the window along with him.
"Hmm, I do believe you can go for better tastes, Kakarot." Vegeta drawled. "Although staring at trees all day may be the challenge needed for your brain capacity, I do believe you have other things to attend to."
Still no response!
Perhaps he was meditating?
Vegeta opened his mouth to express his displeasure of being ignored, when he got a clear view of his rival's expression. Or rather, his lack of expression.
'Interesting. First time I've seen Kakarot without either that moronic grin of his or that silly smirk he wears during a battle.'
Deciding he had had enough of the other's silence, Vegeta resorted to his favorite, and in his opinion, best way of gaining attention.
"Yow!" The cry of surprised pain rang out from the previously immobile Saiyan, after Vegeta had discharged a small ki blast straight into his face. Frantically rubbing his steaming face, Goku turned to his attacker in confusion.
"What was that for?"
"Well, apparently, your attention needed the extra boost as it seemed to be glued to the trees out there." Came the prince's reply.
"Oh. . .yeah." And to Vegeta's utter disbelief, Goku resumed his blank stare.
"KAKAROT! YOU *IDIOT!*"
Goku jumped up, startled. And once again, confusion clouded his face. "*What*?"
"I didn't come all the way out here just to give you a faceful of ki, and then just leave! Why did you not come for our daily spar?" Vegeta huffed angrily, crossing his arms in his trademark position.
"Oh, well. . ."
"And I demand an explanation for yesterday."
That seemed to get his attention. Immediately, Goku's once blank eyes seemed to darken with a raging storm, his mouth setting in a tight, grim line. Thick eyebrows shot down faster than the speed of light in a deep frown, the expression rivaling the prince's most intense scowls. Vegeta swore the room temperature seemed to drop several degrees.
Then, just as suddenly it appeared, the icy glare disappeared. When the young Saiyan spoke, nothing in his annoyingly cheerful voice indicated any sign of the previous atmosphere.
"Watcha talkin' 'bout, Geta?" (Vegeta scowled at the nickname) "If this is about me beating you again-"
"No, it's not about you defeating me again!" Vegeta roared, slightly pissed at the mere mention of another countless defeat. "Cease your pretense, Kakarot. What the hell is your problem?!"
Again, that iciness. But only in the eyes this time. The Saiyan prince found it slightly unnerving to be staring at one with an expression that was completely happy, carefree, but with eyes of steel. 'That does not match the baka's face.' Vegeta thought to himself.
"Aw, Vegeta, quit kidding with me, I dunno what you're talking about. You know, I'm getting hungry. I'll come back to spar after a hunt, 'kay? Be back!" Then, quicker than the blink of an eye, Goku was gone, blasting off into the forest.
Vegeta quickly followed, fully intending to get his answers- and his spar- without delay, but abruptly stopped when Goku's ki signal seemed to wink out of existence.
'What the hell?! Why does that fool need to suppress his ki on a hunt?!? Now I know he's hiding something. And I'm going to find out.'
~~~~A few miles away, deep in the woods~~~
Only the back of a crouching figure could be seen by the meager light offered by the entrance of the cave he was in, the object clutched in his hand invisible in the darkness. Son Goku's closed eyes opened, still containing that steely air.
A soft murmur barely echoed about the tiny cave, the sound extinguishing before reaching the outside life.
"No one will understand."
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Errr..did that sound stupid or what? But don't worry, it'll sound better as the plot thickens.