He was being shook violently. He awoke with a startle and about slapped Kakarott across the room. Kakarott had caught his wrist.
"Jesus, Vegeta. It's just me." He tried to sound calm.
"What do you want?" He said as he looked at the clock. "It's 5am."
"I had a dream."
"Yes, Kakarott, people have those. Even Saiyans." He said sarcastically.
"Will you shut up and listen?!" He was sitting on the edge of the bed. "I was fighting, and you were there. You were dying.. Like this white guy was beating the shit out of you. Eventually you died and I was fighting him. He was strong and we were flying."
Vegeta's eyes widened. "That was the fight with Frieza." He sat up straighter. "You remember."
"No, I don't. It all feels so... alien to me. It's more like a dream sequence. Like I was there, experiencing it."
"You were. You did." He swung his legs over the bed and sat beside him.
"So you're saying, I'm having dreams that are memories of my life?" He looked hopeful.
"That's what it sounds like." Vegeta said as he rubbed his eyes.
"I also very faintly, remember calling you 'Geta." He rubbed the back of his head.
"No, no, you're not starting that up again!" He stood.
"Too bad, doing it anyway!" He said as he quickly got up from the bed and half ran out the door.
Vegeta grunted and threw a pillow at him. "Close my damn door you baka!" He yelled.
Kakarott came back around the corner and shut his door quickly. Vegeta climbed back in bed and rolled over to his side. The bright side was, Kakarott was starting to remember. Maybe not remember, remember, but seeing what his life was like before they ended up here. Either way, it was a plus. Being here, was the problem. They needed to find a way out. There had to be some explanation to it all and Vegeta was determined to figure it out. He closed his eyes tighter. Sleep was the priority now.
He woke and could smell burning toast. Kakarott. The baka could never cook without burning something. He sat up lazily and dragged himself out to the living room. Kakarott was sitting on the couch watching T.V. and eating scrambled eggs.
"Did you forget something?" Vegeta asked as he sat down beside him.
"Shit! My toast!" He scrambled to his feet and about knocked the T.V. over as he ran to the kitchen.
Vegeta giggled. He lent forward and while Kakarott wasn't looking, snatched a bite of his eggs, the only thing he could make right.
"Did you save any eggs?" He yelled as egg fell from his mouth.
"I tried to." He screamed back.
"You either did or you didn't." Vegeta sat back and crossed his arms.
He walked back in with his black toast on a paper plate. "I did."
"Good. We don't have a lot of food as it is." He said as he took another bite of his eggs.
"Hey! Get off your ass and make your own!" Kakarott nudged him with his elbow and scooped his plate into his arms. "You don't even like my cooking!" He reasoned.
"Eggs are the only thing you make descent." Vegeta confided.
"Na-uh. I've made other things."
"What else have you made since you've been here?" He asked.
"I... well... I made cereal." He smiled and wolfed his eggs down.
"Jesus, Kakarott! Chew!"
"Sorry, 'Geta!" He laughed and flinched as Vegeta rose his fist.
They both laughed. He started to wonder. When exactly did he become so comfortable with Kakarott? He's supposed to hate him yet here he is eating eggs and laughing with him. He wasn't even this relaxed around the woman or his brat. He shrugged it off and stalked off the the kitchen. He was hungry, after all. He opened the fridge and took out the egg package. So much for saving him some. There were two eggs left. Two eggs weren't even considered a snack.
"Thanks for leaving me some eggs, baka!" He screamed from the kitchen. The stove was still hot along with the pan Kakarott'd used. He whipped himself up some eggs and two pieces of toast, that weren't burnt to a crisp. He couldn't hold himself back. As he walked to the living room, he scooped a large fork full of eggs in his mouth.
"You're going to share... Yours." Vegeta hesitated.
There was a woman and a man in their living room. The woman had a gun pointed at Kakarott's head and the man was now pointing his gun at Vegeta.
"Put your hands up, maggot." He said gruffly.
Vegeta rose his free hand and placed his plate on the floor. At least they learned one thing while being here. How to disarm an armed man. Vegeta looked at Kakarott and nodded his head slightly. Almost simultaneously, they moved forward quickly. The man's gun stalled and to make up for the loss, hit Vegeta over the head, reopening his gash. Vegeta knocked the gun out of the guys hand and snapped his elbow over his shoulder. He heard a gun shot and looked over at Kakarott. Kakarott had the woman on the ground, but his shoulder was bleeding. He had her gun and had it pointed at her head. Fuckin tramp got'em. He raced over to him.
"You gonna live?" He asked, looking him over.
"Yeah." He said then shot the gun into the woman's knee. "Now lets get the hell out of here!" He shoved the gun in his pants and ran to his room.
Vegeta ripped a duffle bag from his closet and threw clothes into it. If the cops weren't here already, they would be soon. He zipped it and ran back to the living room. Kakarott met him at the door.
"Give me your bag." Vegeta ordered.
"Why-"
"Just give me the goddamn bag, Kakarott!" He yelled.
He threw him the bag and the pair raced down the familiar stair way. On the run again.
"They must've been from the house we tried to rob yesterday." Kakarott said as he kept with Vegeta's pace. He pressed his palm deeper into his shoulder.
"Keep pressure on that." Vegeta said as they walked through an ally way.
They raced down the snow filled streets. It was below zero again and the roads were icy. Vegeta remembered the money he kept in his sock. He stopped halfway in the ally and fiddled with his sock.
"Come on, Vegeta! We don't have time for you to fix your shoe."
"Shut it, baka!" He pulled a wad of cash from his sock. Kakarott's eyes widened to the size of the moon.
"Where did you get that?" He was shocked.
"I was saving it for exactly this reason, now let's go!" He pulled on Kakarott's wrist.
They ran until they got to a busy street, then walked like average citizens. They ducked away into an ally and sat down.
"Lemme see your arm." Vegeta lent over to him and pulled at his coat.
He flinched as he slowly removed his coat from his wounded shoulder. The bullet had gone straight through. Thank god. Vegeta pulled a tee shirt from his bag and wrapped it tightly around his arm. He aided him in putting his arm back in the sleeve of his coat then sat back and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in.
"My turn." He said as he faced Vegeta and pulled out one of his tees.
"What are you playing at?" He flinched backward and eyed him angrily.
"Just fuckin trust me." Kakarott grabbed the centre of his coat and pulled him forward.
Vegeta relaxed. Kakarott gently dabbed the gash on Vegeta's head. He pulled the shirt back and spit on it, then lifted back to Vegeta's head. He pulled back and gave him a disgusted look.
"I'm just cleaning around it. So you don't look so ratty." He gave him a look.
Vegeta grunted and crossed his arms while Kakarott went to work. "There. Now you don't look like you lost a fight with a street sign." He said with a big grin.
"Hn. We need shelter." Vegeta said as he stood with both of their bags.
"I can carry mine now."
"No. Not risking it." He pulled the bags closer to him.
"I'm a big boy, 'Geta."
"No." He walked back onto the crowded street pulling Kakarott behind him.
They walked a few blocks before coming upon a hotel. Vegeta drug Kakarott into the lobby, then to their room. The only room available was a room with a double bed. Now he had to share a bed with the bafoon. Deep down, he didn't mind. He had become so close to Kakarott, that he'd nearly forgotten that they ever fought. They were like two peas of a pod. They cared for each other. Vegeta would never admit, but he liked being cared for. He liked being cared for BY Kakarott. Sure he'd been cared for by Bulma and even Trunks, but Kakarott. Another male, another one of his species. His thought process was all messed up. He wasn't able to conjure any good reason for liking it. He couldn't decipher his feelings. Nothing new to him, he'd never experienced any other emotion other than fear and anger. He'd never felt 'love'. Frankly, he never believed in it. He didn't think it was physically possible for him. He wasn't even sure that Kakarott himself experienced it. Love and such was a difficult concept for Saiyans. There was so much anatomy and physiology involved. Much more than that of any human. Saiyans connected through their minds and their very souls. Hell, he wasn't even sure he could do that anymore. With all the nonexistent ki. He shrugged and helped Kakarott into the room. He was worsening.
"Take off your coat and shit." He ordered just minutes in the door.
Kakarott obeyed and remove his top half of clothing. Exposing his perfectly sculpted body. He wasn't big and bulky. He was thin within reason and his muscles made his face ever more perfect. Vegeta scoffed. Seeing Kakarott in a new light was definitely not a plus. He looked closer at Kakarott's shoulder. He came to the conclusion that is was, in fact, infected. The only thing he learned from Bulma and her silly television shows. He walked off to the bathroom and fetched some alcohol.
"This is going to burn like a bitch."
"Then don't touch me." He leaned away.
"Unless you want your arm to fall off, I suggest you let me help you."
He grunted then turned to give Vegeta more access. Vegeta poured the bottle onto his shoulder. Kakarott gasped loudly and his hands had tremors. He moved his shoulder back and forth for it to cool. He sucked in air through his teeth and tried to refrain from touching it. Vegeta then dumped the rest of the bottle on his forehead. It burnt, but it was nothing like he was used to. He threw the empty bottle across the room and laid down on the bed. Kakarott joined. They lied side by side for what felt like hours.
"Do you think we'll ever go home?" Kakarott asked, keeping his gaze on the ceiling.
"I don't know." Vegeta confessed.
"Do you think they miss us?"
"Who?"
"Our families." He looked at Vegeta.
"I would assume so. How often do you wonder this?" He eyed him.
"Not often. I don't remember any of them, but the way you described them. I want that."
"You have that." Vegeta said as he turned his back to Kakarott.
"So do you." He said as he turned.
"Not like you do, Kakarott."
"Well then I'll be them for you." He said as he turned his back. "Goodnight, 'Geta."
He sat up and turned the lamp off.
Vegeta lied in the dark for hours. He couldn't sleep. What was that last part supposed to mean? He kept asking himself over and over trying to figure it out. Eventually, he thought about it so much, he fell asleep.
