A/n: lyrics used: "Two Different Worlds" , FOREIGNER, their not mine.
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And it's been that way for the longest time
She's the one that makes my world go right
And it tears me in two because I know where I'll be tonight
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I sighed, peering at the ceiling. Even in the streetlights outside I could see the creak across it. Beside me on the mattress…a double mattress…they didn't have anything else, Rixt was vast asleep. I watched her slave over my sweater. Hand washing it. It's kinda deep in the night. And I can't sleep…it's not this place…maybe it is. I wonder how my sons are doing. I'm not even missing Chichi that much. How could I not ignore the silence without her constant bickering and yelling. But it's the new woman laying beside me that bothers me. It's not Chichi. One I'm used to. Even if I've been sleeping in Gohan's old room for the last years.
She smells different. And then you have this country. And outside it somewhere a war has begun. I stopped seeing them as Kamigami already. Their just as human and filled with mistakes as we are. Maybe even a bit worse… So we had some groups terrorising the planet. Red ribbon…Also killing innocents, but a real war, because of, what Rixt told me, oil. And an old score to settle…Don't understand much…
"Do…don't…" I glance aside as Rixt seems to have a bad dream and tosses a bit. Taking my side of the blanket as well. Hmm… I reach over and pull her against me. A slight struggle and then she sighs and drops an arm over my chest. Briefly frowning before entering a calmer sleep. Smiling I pull the blanket over both of us. Still warring my new socks…blanket is too short. So we are pretty much broke.
And we're sleeping in a squat house. It's not that bad. So it's not Chichi in my arms asleep. This one needs me more then Chichi ever did. And she doesn't yell at my blunders but cracks up. As Vegeta could. No he'd roll his eyes, stick his nose in the air and stomp away. The boys would crack up. Bulma too…I yawn and close my eyes. Opnly a light snooze…but it deepens.
***
"THIS IS THE POLICE, YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR BREAKING AND ENTERING!" Stiff I peer around. Gokuu beside me. Crap???
"Is that for us?" Gokuu asks sleepy.
"AW crap! Our new home is being taken back…" Sara bailed. I saw her running away in a night shirt and pulling on jeans on her way out.
"COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD. WE ARE ENTERING NOW!" A voice howled through a megaphone. Sara rammed a window open and threw stuff down. I think the TV was one of the first…
"GLORY TO SQUATTING! EVER SEEN THE FRIGGING RENTS WE HAVE TO PAY!?" Sara cried. A smoke bomb was tossed in. Yelping Sara bailed for certain. Sara's friend pulled her back and to an emergency exit it seemed. He popped his head back in.
"Yogh, you better split or they'll get yah!" he warned. I groaned. Pulling the blanket over my head.
"Too early…" I muttered.
"What's going on?" Gokuu asked again. I can hear he's waking up now.
"They're gonna arrest us. That's what." I grunted.
"Why?"
"Because we're naughty. Shut up and sleep. Screw them and their fancy action."
***
I peered at her, she pulled the blanket straighter and propped her head back on my chest. All that after she shoved me back down.
"You're a hard pillow." She informed muffled.
"So I heard." I grinned a bit worried. Arrested? Never been arrested…Below feet stomping around and something was thrown into the room. Daft Rixt covered us BOTH under the blanket.
"Teargas." She muttered disdain. I nodded understanding…WHAT? Next, closer feet and a hard prod.
"Get out of there, hands on your head." Rixt decided to speak up.
"No frigging way mister. You come barging in while I'm asleep. No respect and you throw in tear gas. I'll get too emotional. Besides I'm a pacifist. No use prodding him." The blanket was pulled off and whimpering Rixt covered her eyes.
"Aw crap…ASS…Their good Gokuu, just currently being a nuisance…Could I at least get my stuff?"
"NO. Out!"
"Aw morning grudge…" I saw Rixt though a tear haze. Shish this stuff irritated my eyes! She flopped down and refused to move as she located her bag with purse, Cell phone and such.
"Get our suitcase!" She called out to me. On all fours I soon clung it weary. Now what? This was ridiculous! Handcuffs were clasped around Rixt and my wrists. I grinned when they had a hard time locking it around my wrists…now if I wanted I could pull them to bits in a flash…but she did say they were good guys. So I allowed them to pull me with four men out while Rixt was carried out by two.
"And a good morning to you too." I added.
"Good morning!" A female officer chirped after we were dumped in a van and were handed blankets to keep warm.
"Welcome!" She proceeded. "We will first go to the public heal centre so you can rinse your eyes out. Afterwards our private hotel called the brig." The van started moving as Rixt tumbled against me. She whimpered a bit. I wasn't sure if she was really crying or not.
"Are you alright?" I whispered.
"Fine…" She whispered sarcastic back. She 'was' crying.
"After checking your belongings they will be returned to you." The officer proceeded. "And as we know you are pacifists, if all checks out you will get out around midday. So we can arrest you in a few days…again." The woman smirked as Rixt leaned beside me against the wall. Clumsy I managed to get my arms around her and pull her against my chest while I spread my legs. There. Not very comfy…but closer I couldn't get.
"Gokuu I have an idea…" Rixt whispered after a minute. "Read my mind. You can do that right?"
"Hai, if I put my hand on your…"
"Shht…" I simply put my hand on her head and concentrated. I burst out laughing
"You sure?" I read her answer and grinned. "Okay."
***
We were taken in to the police station after our burning eyes settled down. We had special salve so they would settle down in a few hours. And as of this moment I was mute, deaf, the works.
***
I married…twice…Chichi would die on the spot. Rixt idea, not mine. Just show. She was as devious as Bulma-san! We currently were sitting at a table and I held her hand. Meekly she peered around while I could read her observations and new idea's. A greying moody officer sat opposite of us. He had a stack of papers before him and a pen. This room actually was quite a bore. Very plain and such.
"Name."
"Nani?"
"Nani…nani? That's no name!" I smiled pleased. So I was acting the fool again. Was good at it…
"What IS your nationality?"
"Nihon-jin des." So I was helping the guy out, telling him I was a Japanese.
"Okay…oriental…crap…TRANSLATOR! CHINESE I THINK!" Chinese? Certainly NOT. In came a small petite lady. Very charming. She said something neither me or Rixt understood. She tried three others before coming too…
"Konnichiwa?"
"HAI, konnichiwa. Watashi wa Son Gokuu des." I rose and bowed. She bowered back and excused herself and the officer. Luckily I had perfect ears and heard her yell at him for confusing languages yet again.
"A JAPANESE???" Hell even Rixt had heard that…she smirked before pulling her face blank again. They were returning…
/Son-san? Who is your friend?/
/My wife. Her name is Rixt. But she's mute./ The woman nodded. We currently both speaking Japanese and it frustrated the older officer.
/I see. And how long have you been in Holland?/ she asked.
/A very long time. I wish to return home. We we're trying to raise money./
/Ah…I see…a moment, while I translate this for the officer. Have you been read your rights?//No. I couldn't understand…/ I lied on Rixt orders. Didn't like it much though. The woman groaned and told us we had been arrested for sleeping in a building that would be demolished today. It was a bad thing to sleep in convicted buildings, and illegal as well. She steered it to our status in the country. I told her we both were illegal immigrants. I at least was…so half a lie.
We were left for a long time while they got us clothes. I laughed as Rixt plucked her too big clothes. She could make a tent out of those. Mine however were too small… after changing we had best clothes as the situation granted us. Her's still too big but not overly so. Mine too small but not too bad anymore. We actually could laugh about this. A gloomy couple entered with a new translator. A stiff male Japanese man. He bowed and we returned it politely.
/Good morning Son-san. We are of the immigration service. You are illegal?/
/Yes. But we want to go back home./ the male nodded understanding as he peered at Rixt. Who currently was peering at the ceiling the man, the other couple, the table. Chairs…
/Is she well?/
/Mute. But she can lip-read./ He invited us to sit down. They all did as Rixt and I held hands again. All contact I needed for now.
/We can return you both on short notice, where did you live?/
/I do not remember. We came here when we were children. Our parents died. And she can't understand much…/
/I see. This is a bit of a problem…But we will sort this out./ For hours we talked and talked and filled in papers…and more papers, until I was certain I'd die from lack of food. Not really but I was starved! When they took us to the airport…we'd be taken in by an organisation for naughty immigrants…we were put on a flight. Rixt dropped the Mute mask and gasped totally nervous.
"Never flew before…what if we crash…" She whispered.
"You have me."
"Can you fly here too then?" She squeaked. I tried to levitate and smirked.
"Yep." Only after it she calmed a little. The stewardess hearing of us nodded to the officers. The cuffs were removed and relieved we could rub our soar skin.
/Welcome home./ the woman stated. /Holland isn't a good country to go to. Try the USA next time…better yet, stay home. The president is too war like. Didn't you hear it? They…/ she continued explaining about Iraq as if I hadn't followed the news at all. But it could have been possible. And actually, I understood it better now. Still a foolish war.
"Welcome on Nihon Airlines. We will arrive in Tokyo in 15 hours. Please fasten your seatbelts and remain calm." The speech was repeated in Japanese.
/Scared…scared…/ Rixt…Sakura whimpered. Clamping her chair as I clasped the belts.
"Calm down. You won't have to do your mute act again…" She threw me a glare.
"I'm freaking out here. OKAY?"
"Then hold on to me." I chided. With a whimper she grabbed my arm and peered around like a little child.
"We'll crash…"
"No we won't."
"I'll get air sick…"
"Don't know about that…" Shish… "Rixt? Look at it like this. You yourself said their very peaceful there…"
"I did…never said about going there. What if a stray rocket hits us…or they shoot us down…"
"Now your silly…the war is well away. And I doubt they will near it during the flight."
"But…"
"SHUSH." She opened her mouth but I glancing warning at her. She deflated and still held me as the engines warmed up. Yelping she dove under my arm. Amazing how much those belts gave way…
/She never flew before?/ A stewardess asked worried.
/Ah no. She expects a rocket to hit us./
/Ah so…Madam I can assure you the pilots will only pass save airspace…/ A whimper. /Mainly over the ocean. As soon as we are at altitude I will give you some water…/ Whimper. Shaking her head the woman left as I peered at Rixt. Amazing…she was petrified! Huge eyes filled up.
"I'm too young to die. Shouldn't have ran away, and lied and…and weeeh." She smothered her sobbing against my sleeve. Shivering as the plane started moving. I bet that if possible she would have crawled under my clothes. For hours I spoke with her until she fell asleep in exhaustion. Curled stiff against me after she released her buckles.
***
I woke when he stirred. And it wasn't an unpleasant waking up either. He kinda smelled nice…
"Ladies and gentlemen we will be landing at Tokyo airport in 10 minutes. Please fasten your seatbelts." She repeated it in Japanese. I yawned as he gently pushed me off him. Clasped the buckle back around me and secured his own. Then gently lowered me back against him. Kinda sweet…
"Gokuu?" I muttered still sleep drunk.
"Yes?"
"Why did you put up with her?"
"Who? Oh…her…well, I made this promise and I intend to keep it." I humped.
"She's a bitch. If she were here I'd give her a black eye." He peered down at me.
"You'd find out she packs a nasty slam herself." I shrugged.
"Least I would have tried. She's in a permanent foul mood wench, stuck up, and money happy, also inconsiderate for treating you the way she does." Had to do a double intake. Too long…
"That would sum her up. you forgot, Good mother, patient teacher…" I stopped him.
"Impatient, drill master."
"Good wife, excellent cook…" I frowned hurt. I couldn't cook…Didn't know about being a …screeching tyres in my head. Just what in blazes was I thinking? Re-cap…wife? ME? Na-ahhh…cooking? Excelled in burning stuff. Meanwhile he had proceeded. "Good with kids. Taught Goten the martial arts…" Hn…couldn't fight. Only dirty…
"Makes you sleep in a spare bedroom because she's a meno-pauzing she-banshee." He started grinning.
"You sound just like Vegeta."
"Hn…maybe I do. Who cares. You deserve better. You already survived allot of years, 30 something? Yup…So that's why you fled to Yema and Dende's place…" he inhaled sharp.
"Look I didn't die on purpose…"
"Didn't say you did…was convenient though." I replied coy. Was waking up here…hehehe.
"Maybe…but she has good sides too…"
"Name five. And cooking is not allowed, or Martial arts. Her character." I stated daft. There.
"Um…" I smugly peered at him, ignoring the…creepy descent. GAWD I hated planes. "Well she…no….she um…Dresses nicely…" I peered at me screwed clothes. Ouch… then at his and smirked again. Just as screwed. "Helps people…" Right…dream on buster. She hated Videl until Gohan said she was money loaded.
"Doesn't care about her near dead husband and runs to her sleeping child." I replied. I just couldn't keep my mouth shut…so sue…he ignored it. "Could we change the subject?" He pleating peered down. Aw? How could I refuse those begging eyes…I just sighed.
"Still she's no good for you. and that's that." On that moment the wheels touched down. I paled at the shudder. Hated planes… "I'll never ever get in one of these contraptions again." I stammered.
"I'll carry you…Chichi hates heights…"
"I don't just the method used to get to B from A." I sputtered. The belts were removed as we taxied to the Gate. Gallantly Gokuu pulled me up and soon we walked down the Gate. he had his arm draped over my shoulders because yours truly wasn't so sure about this whole endeavour anymore. It kinda was REAL. For one. And second. What the hell had I done? Two officers awaited us. I whimpered scared.
"Can't we just leave…fly away to who knows where? This was a bad idea…"
"Bad timing…You sure?" I nodded as we walked closer and closer. I didn't see his right hand move up as we walked. His grip tightened and then a multicolour spectrum. Gasping I leaned against him in the middle of a forest. Shaky I flopped down.
"Warn…me…" I stammered. I just…teleported? COOL…now if my heart would slow down. And my feet solidify, I'd be peachy.
"Yeah…well…you wanted to bail…" I nodded. True enough.
"Where are we?" I asked instead.
"Well the place with almost no Human life readings…You did ask that." Disarming he glanced down as I started laughing a bit hysterical. This was NUTS. From the manic laugh I started crying. Bawling I lay on the forest floor with leafs around me.
"I can't do this…" I whimpered. Gokuu already was cradling me against that massive chest of his. Damn ever heard of air-bags?
"Don't worry…I'll make us a house and get food. You just relax.""No TV…no electricity…I can't cook…" I stammered. Head reeling. In the frigging middle of absolutely nothing? He pulled out his coat and hung it around me as he cracked his hands. Smirking as he peered around and selected some trees. Before I knew it the huge stems crushed before me. Split in planks by White energy. In the cleared bit, where a tiny river ran behind he tossed planks down in a round form. Groan… Using another attack they were cut in a round, big round… poles, smaller trees more planks and in 2 hours flat, he finished the roof! I pale blinked.
"There…you…" Proud he pulled me up and opened the wooden door. Guided me in and showed the still pretty much empty 'house'.
"Shish…me Jane you Tarzan style…" He eyed me funny as I peered around. No inner walls. Just the rounded dome above me. Even windows…without window glass…but instead you could pull shutters closed. How did he connect this all? I walked to one and saw the vine. Ah.
"It's better then the house with Kaio-sama…" Gokuu mused behind me.
"You didn't even build that…he did." I grinned. Remembering it collapsed nicely. Gokuu nodded and strolled out. After awhile he returned with a dead…panda…
"YOU…KILLED IT?"
"It was already dead! I just scared away the cougar." He defended. I sunk on the ground as I stroke the fur.
"Goodness…Gokuu their nearly extinct…"
"We have lots of them…but I won't hunt them if you'd hate it…"
"Gokuu their the symbol for extinct animals…So please don't if you can avoid it."
"I won't then. Hate to see you unhappy. But if we keep the Meat you can make a bed out of him." I turned green.
"Me?" I squeaked. "Scrape off Meat from…him?" Same squeak. He frowned. Leaning over the Panda to me as I peered with big eyes at the animal's dead glassy eyes. "It's angry at me…"
"How so? AH the eyes." He quickly shut them. "It was just a 'joke…'"
"B…but you never joke…"
"Well that's wrong." He stated a bit hurt. "I'm full of humour. Like the time I investigated what was under Bulma's skirt." I started grinning.
"And yanked out her panties…you must have a mental scar…"
"On the contrary, I know what Vegeta sees on a nightly basis…" I rolled my eyes. "And trust me, if you see one, you saw them all."
"Nice…" I playfully spat. :You just boosted my ego. I look down there like everybody else. So do YOU." daft I rose and prodded his chest as I tried to pull the bear back out. Damned…animal… was…heavy…
"I'll prepare the panda and bed. How do you feel about fish?"
"Hate fish."
"Aw?"
"Hate…I'll try to fish." I walked out as he laughed. With a vine and a dead bug on a bobby pin I waited.
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"Here, fishy-fishy…" I muttered bored. Sat here for ages. Not a bite, nibble or fish. No fish period. Was clean enough to see fish and no fish to be seen. Maybe it wasn't the right season. Maybe they migrated cause they knew we arrived. Gokuu and his fish fetish… poor fish…still no fish. And I hated to eat fish, so I silently thanked the fishes for not fishing around my tiny wee hook. On the other side…He did like fish and he did build us a house and was preparing our mattress…
"Here fishy…" You know, I hated those scales. Some could be pretty. But…I didn't like fish…I vaguely noticed the shadow in the water. And some of them had mouths, man you could like stick your hands in those and chop. And their GILLS! Ugly critters and…ACK.
"Let go of my hook…" I softly hissed. He was 'stuck' he bit my dead cricket…damned hungey oath. Get…LOSE…before he'd see…aw…me and baking a fish…me EATING the fish… "Do you want me to eat you, let go…"
"How's it going... OH you caught one." I hung my head. Sniff… the twig was pulled from my hands and the 'stupid' fish pulled on the dry. A smack with a stone and he was very much dead. As I wished to be this moment. He had goo all over him…and I needed to cook that and…did I mention I couldn't cook?
***
After skinning the bear and cleaning it downstream I had put it in a corner for our bed. Hadn't found two dead bears so we needed to keep each other warm. She was talking to herself again as I walked over to tell her I put the Meat in the house. Wild water greeted me. She caught a FISH, oh yummy! She seemed at a loss so I hauled it in and killed it. Took it inside as well where I just lit a nice fire, in a protected corner off course. Found some stones. We'd grill.
"I even found some rabbits. And already cleaned them up. if I catch enough we can make a blanket." I stated pleased as she trotted behind me. Already was more happy at the rabbit mention. Just like Bulma. A real city slicker. And that coming from a village…oh well.
Soon we finished our food. Not that bad. Could have used some spice. But she seemed extremely satisfied that she didn't burn anything…much…But that was part of her charm. She tried so hard, she screwed up. But she could laugh at her own blunders. Even harder at mine.
"How come you laugh harder at my goof ups then your own?" I asked as we lay on the fur. She thought briefly.
"I'm a great fan of malicious enjoyment. I'm a bit of a sadist I think."
"Then I'll definitely know you'll like Vegeta. Just like you. though your nicer." I replied. She grinned.
"Well must admit fancying him for over a year. But he and Bulma are two pea's in a pot. They're good for each other. Then again…" she gave me that look. That look that would hint at Chichi and me…again… "Unlike some they weren't tricked into it…" Sigh. There we went again.
"Why does it bother you so much?" I muttered. Getting tired of her constant attacks on Chichi.
"Because she's bad news for you."
"Right…" I replied sarcastic. She peered curious at me.
"Was that tone I thought it was? You?" She pushed me down and leaned over my chest. Peering in my face. "Sarcastic?" I was a bit too stunned to reply. She was laying 'on' me? On purpose? Chichi had avoided body contact for ages…and well…me and the boys weren't that hugging like any longer…Vegeta and me sparring didn't count. Hadn't done that it ages and Ubuu was a nice kid…but to cuddle? She still seemed to wait for my response. What did she ask again? Ah yes, my tone…
"Maybe…" She snorted.
"Maybe, he says…my ass. You my dear man, are one lonely piece of work. All because of that wench."
She rolled off me as I blinked. Maybe…maybe I used maybe too often… "But I'm glad you said maybe. Cause maybe I'm right you know." She chided. I actually wished she was still on top of me…BAD, I had Chichi. She walked outside again where it was dark now. Only the fireplace casting some light in the room. After a while I got up and walked after her.
***
Shivering I rubbed my arms. What the hell was I thinking…just laying 'on' him for crying out loud. I just out did my most stupid of acts. Not only did I run away from home. I visualised a character so hard, he was as real as the tree I was perched against. As real as that moon. And he'd been warm. And damned hard but kinda soft and he did smell nice…But he had that wench and 2 sons older then ME. As I exhaled the breath formed a tiny cloud. Around me mist started coming up. kinda nice. And still above it I could see…oi…nearly a full moon…only a few weeks from now it would be full. Would he be bothered by it? Just as I turned I slammed into a chest. Crap… rubbing my nose I glared up.
"Your like a fox…" I muttered. He was fixed at the moon. I waved on tiptoes before him. Hello… "Earth to Gokuu…" nothing. "Earth to Gokuu come in please…hello? Contact?" I made a static sound. "Contact lost…Houston we have a problem…" I cracked up. The giggling made him look down as I burst out laughing. "Houston re-established contact. Welcome back stud!" he blinked as I flushed and raced into the house.
New most dumbest action…said he was a stud…damned married OLD guy…50 something…he's OLD. Bad girl. I leaned at the back of the door as I slid down. But damn…he looked no older then late twenties, thirty…and I dig older guys…A light rattle at the door. I crawled aside and watched him enter. Now what…
"Maybe we should sleep." He offered…I peered at the fur…right…sleep…very close…to each other…DAMN…
"Sure." Man I was so proud. My voice crisp and normal. Not trusting my feet I crawled to the fur and flopped down. He sat beside me and unlaced his shoes…shoes? Oh yeah. I joined. We kept our clothes on as much as we could and I flopped on my side. Peering at the fascinating moonlight display on the ground. An arm was hooked before my chest and zoom, I was against his chest…crap…Felt his calm heartbeat against my shoulder blades…whimper… Sighing I closed my eyes and wished sleep would come. It did.
***
I glanced at her as she fell asleep. Now where had that come from? 'Stud?' I suppose I do look acceptable for her age… Never give it much thought really. I mean, I just have to look at another woman and Chichi screeches. And that smarts my ears so much. Now I think of it, never did look at another woman.
Bulma has always been a friend to me. And to Chichi, sort of. 18 was way out of my league. See the above. Bedsides I've never been interested in her. Or Bulma for that matter. I just have Chichi, or do I? I don't have anything here…I don't know the gods here. Probably no Dragon Balls here either so I don't intend on finding out if possible.
I wonder what made me zone out before. I heard her call to me. And then her making fun of me. Again. But it never stings the way she does it. Was just, hypnotised I think. Houston indeed…I smirk. Silly woman. Close my eyes and fall asleep as well. Feels kind of nice. Not having to carry the responsibility for the safety of the planet.
***
I've got someone waiting for me every night
She's the only one I've ever loved, without any fight
I think she knows it
I think she knows
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