As he laid the pen he was using down on the paper he was previously writing on, Goku's chair made a rather loud scraping sound across the tile floor as he pushed it back. He stood up with a groan, heavily feeling the effects of the alcohol he was drinking. He frowns as the bitter taste on his palette and sudden vertigo bring with them the usual depressive thoughts.
'Damn, I shouldn't have so much to drink…but then again, how else would I be able to forget. Sleeping is worse than actually living through this day to day shit, seeing as I become plagued with nightmares I believe to be real till I wake up screaming my throat raw.'
He shakes his head to try and clear away the oncoming bad mood, and ironically it works since now his focus is on not falling back into his chair. Waiting a few minutes to get his senses into motion again, he looks around his small studio apartment in search of his black leather jacket, hoping that it still had his keys in the inner pocket.
'Shit, times like these I definitely miss Chi-Chi. Can't say much about her now but she did know how to be a good housewife, could use some of that skill right now. Where the fuc- oh. Under the couch. Of course.'
Pulling his jacket out from under the couch, he checks the pockets for his keys, pleased to find they're there.
'Thank God. Tired of breaking into my own place.'
He struggles to put his jacket on, confusing the left sleeve for the right one. Frustrated he violently removes it and slams it on his couch, only to repeat the process. Finally, after a few minutes he manages to get his jacket on, and stumbles towards his kitchenette. Turning on the faucet on his sink, he lowers his upper body down so that his face aligned with the running water, allowing Goku to drink directly from the tap.
'Ah, that's better, think I can function a little better now.'
Walking a little more coherently over to his front door, he finds his black leather ankle boots conveniently arranged next to it. Placing them on, he walks over to the mirror hanging from the wall beside the door and stares at his reflection.
'Hm. Not bad. Lost some of my color due to usually only coming out at night, but at least the muscle mass is still decent. Feh, my whole life I've been beating up dumbasses for a living, at least now I'm getting paid for it.'
For the past couple of years Goku has been working at different club and strip bars as a bouncer in order to make enough income to support himself and his lifestyle, which majorly consists of paying rent, buying food, cigarettes and alcohol, and transportation. Since he works a little far off from his jobs he decided to buy a car in order to get from to and fro so that he doesn't have to depend on his flying or instant transmission to get him from place to place, especially when in a large crowd of people.
The first day on his job as a bouncer working at Wicked night club four years ago had been terrible. He'd been in the back near the VIP area's keeping as much of an eye on the crowd as he could, considering he'd been sneaking drinks all night. He was well into the third of his six hour shift when the low lighting, pounding music, and intoxicating heat and scents from the people around him started to affect his sensibility. He didn't want to just be standing at the back of the club, leaning against a wall, and rooted to the floor just waiting for something to happen, when to him everything already was, well anything that mattered. Men and women were both hot and sweaty, grinding sensually against each other in time to the base in the song playing. His ability to sense ki was allowing Goku to feel the adrenaline and arousal in the individuals around him, spurring his on as well. He wanted to be part of the fray and get his body moving as well. To be able to have a moment of connection between himself and a random stranger, sharing provocative touches disguised as dancing, with the thrill of knowing he was increasingly enticing the person he was with.
As he searched the crowd he spotted an attractive red headed woman with striking clear gray eyes staring back into his own eyes from a few yards away. She had her back pressed up against a handsome brunette that currently had his hands placed on her hips as she grinded onto his groin. As she watched Goku intently trace her shapely figure. Clad in a slate colored skin tight dress, the red head had left her legs exposed, their length enhanced by the dark pewter heels she wore to match her dress. His gaze rose back up from her legs to the hands on her hips, something carnal in him wanting to rip the offensive appendages off so that he could be the one touching the beauty he was watching instead. He ignored the thought and raised his gaze up to her waist, which fell directly below her generous bust, which immediately caught his attention, seeing as her cleavage was in clear view for his eyes.
'They should be for my eyes alone.' Were the thoughts encompassing his alcohol riddled mind.
His gaze moved from her rising and falling chest up to her collar bones, entertaining the thought of what it would be like to lick between them. He watched as her head fell back onto the shoulder of the young man she was dancing with, noticing how long and slender it was. He growled low in his throat, wanting to feel the pulse he knew was beating against the skin found there if he were to kiss down her neck. He noticed her head turn as she whispered something into the ear of the young man with her sexy lips curling up into a smirk as she watched her dance partner lick his lips and smile as he leaned down to kiss her.
This time the growl in Goku's throat was much louder as he made his way over to the couple.
'There's no way that look we shared before was just a passing glance. She's playing a game, testing me to see If I'd come to her or not. Well I'm more than coming to her, I'm coming FOR her, I need to feel that body beneath mine.'
Just as she looked back over to him with a knowing look in her eyes that spoke volumes of what she had in mind, his manager at the time, Julian stopped him.
"'Ey, Goku! We got VVIP's coming in in a few, make your way over to the lounge in the back." Shouted the manager over the loud music as he approached Goku.
Goku stared at the tall, tan, black haired man in front of him, dressed in an informal black suit consisting of a fitted shirt with the top button undone, black skinny dress pants, a black blazer and leather shoes, shouted some crap about VP's or something at him while he turned back at the red head who was now chuckling at him. He watched as she grabbed her dance partners hand and dragged him away towards the club's exit.
"Hello, Goku! What the fuck man, I just asked you to get to work. We got some very, very important people making their way towards the lounge right now and we need you there a.s.a.p. so stop dicking around. It's your first night, this is usually around the time you'd wanna try to impress me if you want to continue working here." Said a now irritated Julian.
'This new Goku guy is just standing there staring at the crowd with this doped up look on his face. Probably trippin' off some shit. Damn. I'd fire him now but from what he showed me he could do with that strength of his we need guys like him for all the high rollers that come through here needing to ward off the gold diggers and more importantly the guys that have a score to settle. Fuck.' Sighing he attempted to get through to Goku once again.
"Goku. Are you here man?"
"Hm. Yeah, yeah. Something about lounging with the VPs" replied an annoyed Goku.
"Uh, NO. Listen to what I'm saying because I'm not going to bother repeating it again." Fumed Julian. 'Worse comes to worse, I'll let him work tonight and hire someone else by tomorrow night. God knows how many applicants we get a day, should be easy….but his type would be difficult to replace. No one has shown his strength before, taking out 10 of my strongest out at once! I almost didn't even see his fists or legs move, it was incredible! Ugh, we need him. But he's in definite need of some training. Whatever, we'll work through it.' With that thought in mind, Julian replied a bit more calmly, "We have some very important guests here tonight Goku, they should be in the lounge by now, Trunks Briefs and his entourage—"
"Excuse me, Trunks who now?" interrupted Goku, suddenly looking panicked.
"Uh, Trunks Briefs, tell me you know who that is. From the way you're dressed here tonight I know you haven't been living under a rock, you seem up to date on todays trends, Briefs being one of them Goku." answered Julian with a frown on his face as he stared at Goku's attire which consisted of dark washed straight legged, denim jeans, black leather shoes, and navy dress shirt with the top button undone and the cuffs rolled up.
"Yeah I'm aware of whom he is…" replied Goku slowly as worries consumed his thoughts. 'Damn it, I don't need this right now. This is exactly why I chose to work at South City! From what I remember, Trunks hated spending time around here, he always stuck to West City as well as Satan City. Fuck! I can feel his ki, and Goten is with him too? With all the BS that's spurred up I wouldn't be surprised if he tries to blow this place up as soon as he sees me. People will get hurt. Damn it, that's it, I'm getting the fuck outta here.'
"Okay, good, good, so then if you wouldn't mind Goku, would you get your ass to the lounge now?" yelled Julian as he lost his patience. 'He's been staring at the ground frowning as if I just told him his pet died or some shit!'
"Goku—" but before Julian could finish Goku looked up at him, placed his index and middle fingers together as if he were about to salute a sergeant and placed them on his forehead.
"Sorry Julian, but I gotta go—FUCK!" suddenly screamed Goku, sensing Trunk's ki moving out of the lounge towards him and Julian. 'Why the hell is he moving out of the lounge? They get everything they want sent to them directly, what the fuck does he need over here? Shiiiiit, probably looking for security to block off any intruders, security being me, who happens to be standing right here. ' thought Goku. 'I can't even instant transmission myself out of here because all the ki's I could IT to are of people who currently hate me!'
Julian, who at this point could only stare wide eyed at Goku as he himself was wide eyed and horror stricken, suddenly turn to him and grab his shoulders, scaring the manager half to death with how intense his gaze became.
"Julian," started Goku, "I need to know, how often does Briefs show up at this club, and quickly, answer me, it is imperative that I know!" and to reinforce his statement he gave Julian's shoulders a small shake.
"Uh-uh-um," struggling to piece together Goku's questions Julian starts breaking out in a sweat from the sudden fear he's experiencing from the force of Goku's hands at his shoulders. A sudden shake breaks him out of his stupor and he replies with, "About once a week, we never really know when to expect him though."
"In that case," replies Goku as he lets go of Julian and takes a step back, "I quit, I refuse to have to wonder if he'll be coming here every time I'm trying to work. Forget my name or that you ever saw me, please. You'll be better off not mentioning me to Briefs if he asks you for a bouncer, got it?" He took a menacing step forward to get his point across to Julian who meekly nodded his head yes, figuring he had more to lose than gain if he told Trunks that his bouncer Goku refused to work anymore when he found out he was here. With that Goku ran out the door, just as Trunks finally made his way past the dancers over to Julian while trying to blend in with the crowd as to not draw attention.
"Hey, Julian, "leaned in Trunks closer to Julian just as the music rose in volume, drowning out his voice," I need a bouncer near the lounge, what's up man? You usually take care of us pretty decently, your work cut out for you tonight or something?" asked a peeved Trunks.
"Oh! , excuse my behavior this evening, we seemed to have a power that's just been taken care of, please, allow me to…" continued Julian as he and Trunks made their way back to the lounge area and grabbed two bouncers on the way.
Goku himself was already outside, and walking as fast as possible towards the train station, hoping to get a quick ride to his side of town. 'If I raise my ki to fly the boys will feel my energy close to them and might want to start something out here, looks like I'll either have to invest in public transportation or get a car so that I won't have to worry about raising my ki anymore. I'll go for the latter.' Decided Goku.
Four years and about twenty cars later, he was wondering if he made the right choice. Drinking and driving caused him too many car accidents, but the risk of passing out in a train where anyone can come up and steal from him while he was unaware was not something he wanted to go through again, so he opted for the cars.
Giving himself a final once over in his mirror, making sure his black jeans and white v-neck shirt were indeed clean, Goku stepped out of his apartment and locked the door behind him. His apartment was on the third floor on one of the poorest areas in the city. His current bouncer job happened to be at a strip bar and didn't pay as well as his previous jobs, but he took what he could, as long as it allowed him a place to live, and food to eat. He didn't care much about where he lived as long as he could sleep on a warm bed at night. He would have preferred to live in a forest similar to the one he grew up in, but it now brought rather painful memories that he wanted to refrain from. The dirty streets of the city offered that for him.
Making his way outside, Goku uncapsuled his car, which although he didn't associate himself with her anymore, had to give Bulma and her family props for for creating something so useful, especially when there were so many thieves around. 'It's a good thing I don't keep anything special in my apartment besides a bed, fridge and microwave then, huh?' he mused.
As he got inside and drove himself towards West City he had to pause and wonder what he was thinking going over there.
'I haven't spoken with them in 5 years. Granted I've gone by double that having done the exact same thing, but this time, they don't want to talk to me. And all over some utter bull shit, it's insane! We've been through so much together, and it's all thrown away because Chi-Chi and I were getting a divorce? PLEASE! If it was that easy for them to hate me all of a sudden, then that means they never cared as deeply as I thought. So why the hell am I going back?'
As he focused his attention back on the road he realized he wasn't in his city anymore, but rather close to West City, just on the outskirts of it. 'Pretty deserted around here.' He observed. All around for miles all that could be seen were various shrubs and dirt paths. As he was staring out of his driver's window he suddenly saw a flash of yellow. 'What the...' he frowned.
Out of the blue he sees a yellow pod. A yellow pod with a long lavender haired man inside. Who happened to be slumped over the control panel of the contraption, allowing one to see the sword that was strapped to his back. The men abruptly shot up and looked all around, his eyes finally landing on Goku who had stopped the car and gotten out when he had seen the first flash of yellow.
'Either this alcohol is affecting me worse than I could have thought possible, or that's Mirai Trunks.' thought Goku. 'He's suppressing his ki, so I can't tell.'
The man inside the pod slowly raised his hand and pressed a button on the panels, activating the hatch on the pod to release him. As the air that was providing him with oxygen escaped with a hiss and the pods top finally opened, the lavender haired man stood up. Goku noticed he was wearing a black wife beater, gray gi pants and black boots similar to the styles Mirai Trunks had worn when he came to warn them about the androids forty-three years ago, minus the Capsule Corp branded jacket and short hair.
With his eyes set on Goku, the man climbed out of the pod and walked over to him. Clearing his throat he asked, "You..You're..You're Goku, aren't you?" staring back and forth between Goku's eyes as if searching for the truth to his statement without having to wait for a reply.
Goku gawked at the sight of the man before him, 'Blue eyes clear as the day…Gods, he looks so much like, yet so different from this dimension's Trunks…he looks troubled somehow.' He realized.
"Yes, I'm Goku..you must be Mirai Trunks, am I correct?" asked Goku tentatively.
At hearing the man in front of him affirm his inquiry, Mirai Trunks nodded his head as he fell to his knees and began to sob.