A Real Interview with Kakarot Son

Dear diary, oh my Lord! Fuck, fuckity, fucking fuck! I am living with Kakarot Son, oh shit, when did this event come to mind when I was a little boy living in big ol' Texas? Nope, never, I thought of hitting the books hard, becoming some teacher, staying with my dad in Texas until I found a good wife, had kids, grandkids and then finally hitting the hay for a good eternal slumber, but you know what? I came to New York and I got a good job while I'm still hitting the books hard, I live with a multimillionaire that no one has ever seen the face of, he is also my tutor and I'm getting good grades and a good pay so, what's the downside of that? Reason why I work my ass off to get good grades is because when I do, I get special treatment...maybe I can get him to open up.

Vegeta clears his throat, closing the journal and putting it away in a box, eyeing Kakarot. The man was busy with 16's upgrades, he was so talented and mysterious, smiling Vegeta thought of maybe playing with him, maybe make the older male around 5 questions about his personal life and that's it, it was time to know who Kakarot Son really is.

"Are you done?" He asks curiously leaning over the man's shoulder.

"No, do you want attention?"

Vegeta blushes as a reply, how embarrassing, this man read him like if he were some Disney book, he was just too easy.

"I want to ask you some questions."

"Ah, an interview, ask away, I can work and answer at the same time."

"Alright," dragging a chair close, it was going to be a long day "where were you born?"

"Venice, Italy."

"How old are you?"

"You are 10 years my junior."

"You look young for being 29," Vegeta's eyes widen "m-moving on...do you um play any instruments?"

"No, my hands are not delicate enough to make music, that's why I design these..." he gestures the Androids "my capacity to mechatronics goes beyond my own knowledge."

"Your hands are your instruments, Kakarot."

"I believe so."

"What do you think of spaghetti and meatballs and pizza?"

"An Italian is the first to pop up in your mind when you mention that food, stereotypes. I don't even like pizza."

"You're kidding!"

"No, I'm not, I've never tried it."

"Then how can you say you don't like something you've never tried?"

"The grease makes me gag, it's bad for my body and metabolism."

"You sure care about your body." Vegeta could feel the vein on his forehead pop out annoyed.

"I care while others...have chocolate on the side of their mouth." He chuckles.

"Ok!" Vegeta wipes his mouth furiously and pouts "...last question, who is Kakarot Son? Not Mr. Son, I want the real one, no masks...absolute nudity of your dignity."

That question must've hit some nerve to make Kakarot freeze, slowly pull his glasses off and turning to Vegeta with a serious look on his face, nothing, absolutely emotionless, with a sigh Kakarot leans back rubbing his face, frustration taking over his aura.

"Do you really want to talk about that?"

"Only...if you want to."

"No," Kakarot shakes his head "I don't want to, not now or ever."

"But...poop." Vegeta frowns and slumps with his arms crossed.

"Have you heard? Your boyfriend sued me for kidnapping and for my abusive behavior, thus believing you suffer domestic violence."

"But...why would he...but...poor Broly."

"What? Are you talking serious?"

"Yes! The way you treated him and you would hit him non-stop, I know how he feels, Kakarot."

Kakarot blinks, he couldn't believe it, laughing he stands and goes to the window, still in chuckles he turns to look at a very confused Vegeta, his head was tilted and a look of worry was pasted on his face, understand Broly? After he had taken part of the torture while kidnapped? Unbelievable.

"Seriously, Mr. Ouji, sometimes I believe you have some advanced Stockholm syndrome," he chuckles wiping his tears from the fit of laughter "do you? Did you fall, hit your head and thought, everyone, even those who hurt you, have a reason to do it? Or maybe, you deserve it?"

"I'm just saying, he didn't deserve it." Speaking between teeth, Vegeta turns his face away.

"You see, Mr. Ouji, not everyone tells you what they are thinking, they just see to it that you don't advance in life...and I must confess that in these circumstances, Broly for me is an obstacle, when I have something blocking my path, I kick it to the side, so to speak."

"W-what are you talking about?!"

"You know exactly what I mean, I'm not good when it comes to complications...you were lucky to have caught my interest."

A look of fear washes over Vegeta's tender face, his big black eyes widen as they stare into the man's face, how could someone who had such a soft touch be so cruel and twisted in the mind?