A turning-point in his life
The very beginning.
Goku was sitting at an enormous mahogany desk in his office. A lot of papers were spread out in front of him. He frowned then wrote something on one of the papers.
He raised his head when he heard a knocking at the door. "Yes." The door went open and his secretary stepped in to say:
"Mr Son, the meeting begins in 10 minutes!"
"Yes", Goku replied in a monotonous voice.
He watched the door closing after the woman. For a moment he turned in his leather chair and stared out of the window. The glass front that took up the whole wall at one side of the big office allowed a phenomenal view over the city. It wasn't raining but it looked like it would start immediately. Grey heavy clouds darkened the daylight. He turned back to the desk and placed the documents carefully in a map. With the map under his arm he headed to the conference room.
The glance of one or two of the secretaries followed him going to the elevator. As usual he wore a neat black suit with a dark blue tie. His hair was put straight backwards with some sort of hair gel that made his hair appear deep black and gleaming. Polished black shoes completed his perfect, accurate appearance. His expression though was hard and uncaring.
As he entered the conference room all conversation suddenly stopped. He took his place at the head of the table and looked at the men sitting around a large wooden table.
"Go on!" Goku said sharply.
The person next to him jumped and started a monologue about the balance sheet of the last month when suddenly the door burst open.
A man appeared in the door followed by an infuriated woman right behind.
"I'm sorry! I couldn't stop him. He says you know him.", she shouted in a high penetrating voice, looking at Goku .
The man that stood motionlessly near the door looked terribly bad. He wore a long dirty old coat beneath you could see ripped clothes. His black unkempt hair stood upwards. He was injured. Fresh and old dried blood was mixed with dirt. Obviously he was in great pain. The stranger was bent forward, face directed to the ground, and one hand was pressed to his stomach.
With great effort he raised his head a little, just far enough so he could focus on Goku.
"Do you know him, Mr Son", the woman said, emphasizing her importance more than it would be necessary.
Goku took a quick glance at the homeless looking man then turned away in disgust.
All eyes were directed towards him, but no one was surprised at his reaction.
"Unlikely", he spat out angrily. How ridiculous this was.
He pushed a button and spoke into the microphone: "Security, to the conference room."
The intruder didn't move but tried to make eye contact with Goku. He wanted to say something. His mouth opened slightly but no tone could be heard. He tried it again and slowly whispered:
"Help... me!" Then again he searched for Gokus eyes. There was no begging, it was more a last desperate cry.
For a milisecond their eyes met. Enough time for Goku to see deep agony in black eyes.
Then eyes lost their focus and suddenly the man collapsed on the floor. No one in the room dared helping him, the woman didn't even consider to do so. She only went one step back from the body as if he had some sort of infectious disease.
Soon after four security men rushed into the room.
"Take him away", Goku ordered, making a slight gesture towards the door.
Quickly, two of them took hold of the stranger's arms and legs without much care and carried him out of the room.
Goku immediately changed back to normal routine. The incidence that had taken only about 2 minutes wasn't worth wasting any thought.
He just had to remind this incompetent idiot at the entrance of his duties. Perhaps he should set an example and fire the man. He hated it being disturbed.
In the meantime, the security men carrying the unconscious body had reached the main exit of the building. They passed the door-keeper and stepped outwards, dropping their burden on the sidewalk a few feet away.
He was left laying on his back. A raindrop reached his cheek and was slowly running down pale skin.
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Goku repressed the image of painful eyes quickly and successfully. Only a hidden part of his subconscious wondered why the stranger hadn't shown any fear. Most people couldn't hide a hint of fear when having to deal with one of the richest and mightiest men of the town and above.
After the death of his father Goku had inherited a world wide operating company named Capsule Corporation. His father indeed had not been his real father. The Sons had adopted him when he was just a child. Later, this truth had become a welcome and often used argument to emphasize his worthless existence especially from his dad's point of view. So he had been astonished, this day, when he had received a call that his father had died. Goku hadn't seen him for years. The attorney on the phone had told him that he had to see him in his office. The next day he hadn't been able to fully comprehend the announcement the man in front of him had made that destined him as sole heir.
But even then he hadn't been at his father's grave. He couldn't feel grief. In better terms he felt nothing.
Goku unconsciously unscrew the pen he was holding, screwing - unscrewing, screwing - unscrewing. Then, lost in thought, he pulled the ink cartridges inside out just to place them back a moment later. A nervous habit he himself didn't notice anymore.
The city skyline now glittered from the thousands of lights that one after the other had been switched on. Watching the city lying beneath his feet was one of the weaknesses Goku allowed himself to give in. Today, the pouring rain gave the image some sort of melancholy, a feeling that 'however' distracted and led to nowhere. It was time to call it a day. The black haired gathered some work he wanted to look through at home and left his office.
At 10 p.m. it had become quiet on the 50th floor of the building. He was alone now, he wanted it like this. Being the first in the morning and the last in the evening gave him a feeling of control he aimed for. Goku took the elevator to the ground. His chauffeur was already waiting at the exit holding an umbrella above him and opening him the back door of a black limousine. Goku stepped in and leaned back. As usual the drive went without conversation.
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People hadn't noticed the body on the ground. They had rushed past him with their umbrellas in front of their face, fighting with the wind and the rain and trying to get at their homes as fast as possible. Some had made a circle around him, others simply had climbed across his feet. It was dark and misty and at first glance he looked like a sleeping homeless people were used to see in the city. The coat covered most of the worst bloody injuries.
Unobserved Vegeta's eyelids fluttered. Fingertips were moving faintly.
The soothing darkness faded slowly. Light wasn't welcomed, was pushed away but was stronger. Senses began to regain control over his tormented body. It was so cold.
Eyes opened and stopped halfway. Where was he? Although every part of his body was aching he slowly, very slowly rose his head to one side. He looked directly into a brightly lit shop-window. The sudden brightness was hurting in his eyes.
It took a few moments for him to clear the fuzziness and to assimilate what he was looking at. It was a giant brown bear with red pants and black shoes, standing in the window right in front of him. Vegeta blinked, what was this thing doing, waving? He screwed up his eyes and focused harder to see better. Yes, the bear was waving, waving and nodding his head in a synchronous rhythm. For a while Vegeta only stared, watching the regular monotonous motions, not thinking.
He hold the image in his mind. Why would a waving bear make any sense?
He awoke from his thoughts abruptly when realizing that it was raining. Automatically he moved closer to the window to get more protection.
By doing this, reality washed over him. He remembered, he remembered all that had happened. The sudden outburst of mental pain threatened to suffocate him from inside. It was a dull feeling. He reacted physically, gasping and breathing fast in short bursts. He had to do something.
With great effort he lifted his upper body to lean back at the cold glass now facing a broad street. Vegeta was surprised to see himself being at this place. It wasn't the bustling activity from the evening anymore, only a few people were on the way at this time. He trembled and snuggled up deeper in his coat. But the brief comforting warmth quickly was replaced with coldness again.
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Goku was sitting on his black leather couch with his legs laying casually on the little table in front of the couch. He had removed his jacket and loosened his tie to make himself more comfortable.
The black haired lived in a very large luxurious loft with big glass fronts resembling those in the office.
The big flat screen TV was on but Goku's attention was directed to his laptop.
The telephone rang. After a few ringing sounds and no motion of Goku the answering machine started.
'You have dialled the number of Son-Goku. I'm not at home, please leave me a message.'
'Goku.., I know you are at home!!!', a reproachful high female voice sounded - a long pause - 'Gokuuu...' the woman piped seductively - a deep sigh - 'Call me back. Hmm. I know you won't. Anyway.' - tu tu tu
The man, tapping on the computer with great concentration, only raised one eyebrow and went on.
It was far after midnight when he fell asleep on the couch.
=====================
Vegeta felt sick and weak. This physical helplessness was a complete unwelcome new experience for him. He didn't know how long it would take to recover and to get his full strength back.
The recent past had been a strange nightmare that he never ever would have imagined to happen.
These black eyes he had been looking into. He remembered the cool expression on the other's face, the arrogant ignorance, the disrespect, but also a kind of emptyness..
Nevertheless, he smirked.
There was no doubt about it, this was a Saijayin. The power though buried deep inside had been enough for Vegeta's keen senses to be notified. The search for the other Saiyajin, however, had not been easy.
He wanted to sleep, just a little bit sleep. He was soaking wet, frozen stiff, hungry and so tired. Eyes closed, but the coming sleep was fitful.
The very beginning.
Goku was sitting at an enormous mahogany desk in his office. A lot of papers were spread out in front of him. He frowned then wrote something on one of the papers.
He raised his head when he heard a knocking at the door. "Yes." The door went open and his secretary stepped in to say:
"Mr Son, the meeting begins in 10 minutes!"
"Yes", Goku replied in a monotonous voice.
He watched the door closing after the woman. For a moment he turned in his leather chair and stared out of the window. The glass front that took up the whole wall at one side of the big office allowed a phenomenal view over the city. It wasn't raining but it looked like it would start immediately. Grey heavy clouds darkened the daylight. He turned back to the desk and placed the documents carefully in a map. With the map under his arm he headed to the conference room.
The glance of one or two of the secretaries followed him going to the elevator. As usual he wore a neat black suit with a dark blue tie. His hair was put straight backwards with some sort of hair gel that made his hair appear deep black and gleaming. Polished black shoes completed his perfect, accurate appearance. His expression though was hard and uncaring.
As he entered the conference room all conversation suddenly stopped. He took his place at the head of the table and looked at the men sitting around a large wooden table.
"Go on!" Goku said sharply.
The person next to him jumped and started a monologue about the balance sheet of the last month when suddenly the door burst open.
A man appeared in the door followed by an infuriated woman right behind.
"I'm sorry! I couldn't stop him. He says you know him.", she shouted in a high penetrating voice, looking at Goku .
The man that stood motionlessly near the door looked terribly bad. He wore a long dirty old coat beneath you could see ripped clothes. His black unkempt hair stood upwards. He was injured. Fresh and old dried blood was mixed with dirt. Obviously he was in great pain. The stranger was bent forward, face directed to the ground, and one hand was pressed to his stomach.
With great effort he raised his head a little, just far enough so he could focus on Goku.
"Do you know him, Mr Son", the woman said, emphasizing her importance more than it would be necessary.
Goku took a quick glance at the homeless looking man then turned away in disgust.
All eyes were directed towards him, but no one was surprised at his reaction.
"Unlikely", he spat out angrily. How ridiculous this was.
He pushed a button and spoke into the microphone: "Security, to the conference room."
The intruder didn't move but tried to make eye contact with Goku. He wanted to say something. His mouth opened slightly but no tone could be heard. He tried it again and slowly whispered:
"Help... me!" Then again he searched for Gokus eyes. There was no begging, it was more a last desperate cry.
For a milisecond their eyes met. Enough time for Goku to see deep agony in black eyes.
Then eyes lost their focus and suddenly the man collapsed on the floor. No one in the room dared helping him, the woman didn't even consider to do so. She only went one step back from the body as if he had some sort of infectious disease.
Soon after four security men rushed into the room.
"Take him away", Goku ordered, making a slight gesture towards the door.
Quickly, two of them took hold of the stranger's arms and legs without much care and carried him out of the room.
Goku immediately changed back to normal routine. The incidence that had taken only about 2 minutes wasn't worth wasting any thought.
He just had to remind this incompetent idiot at the entrance of his duties. Perhaps he should set an example and fire the man. He hated it being disturbed.
In the meantime, the security men carrying the unconscious body had reached the main exit of the building. They passed the door-keeper and stepped outwards, dropping their burden on the sidewalk a few feet away.
He was left laying on his back. A raindrop reached his cheek and was slowly running down pale skin.
=====================
Goku repressed the image of painful eyes quickly and successfully. Only a hidden part of his subconscious wondered why the stranger hadn't shown any fear. Most people couldn't hide a hint of fear when having to deal with one of the richest and mightiest men of the town and above.
After the death of his father Goku had inherited a world wide operating company named Capsule Corporation. His father indeed had not been his real father. The Sons had adopted him when he was just a child. Later, this truth had become a welcome and often used argument to emphasize his worthless existence especially from his dad's point of view. So he had been astonished, this day, when he had received a call that his father had died. Goku hadn't seen him for years. The attorney on the phone had told him that he had to see him in his office. The next day he hadn't been able to fully comprehend the announcement the man in front of him had made that destined him as sole heir.
But even then he hadn't been at his father's grave. He couldn't feel grief. In better terms he felt nothing.
Goku unconsciously unscrew the pen he was holding, screwing - unscrewing, screwing - unscrewing. Then, lost in thought, he pulled the ink cartridges inside out just to place them back a moment later. A nervous habit he himself didn't notice anymore.
The city skyline now glittered from the thousands of lights that one after the other had been switched on. Watching the city lying beneath his feet was one of the weaknesses Goku allowed himself to give in. Today, the pouring rain gave the image some sort of melancholy, a feeling that 'however' distracted and led to nowhere. It was time to call it a day. The black haired gathered some work he wanted to look through at home and left his office.
At 10 p.m. it had become quiet on the 50th floor of the building. He was alone now, he wanted it like this. Being the first in the morning and the last in the evening gave him a feeling of control he aimed for. Goku took the elevator to the ground. His chauffeur was already waiting at the exit holding an umbrella above him and opening him the back door of a black limousine. Goku stepped in and leaned back. As usual the drive went without conversation.
=====================
People hadn't noticed the body on the ground. They had rushed past him with their umbrellas in front of their face, fighting with the wind and the rain and trying to get at their homes as fast as possible. Some had made a circle around him, others simply had climbed across his feet. It was dark and misty and at first glance he looked like a sleeping homeless people were used to see in the city. The coat covered most of the worst bloody injuries.
Unobserved Vegeta's eyelids fluttered. Fingertips were moving faintly.
The soothing darkness faded slowly. Light wasn't welcomed, was pushed away but was stronger. Senses began to regain control over his tormented body. It was so cold.
Eyes opened and stopped halfway. Where was he? Although every part of his body was aching he slowly, very slowly rose his head to one side. He looked directly into a brightly lit shop-window. The sudden brightness was hurting in his eyes.
It took a few moments for him to clear the fuzziness and to assimilate what he was looking at. It was a giant brown bear with red pants and black shoes, standing in the window right in front of him. Vegeta blinked, what was this thing doing, waving? He screwed up his eyes and focused harder to see better. Yes, the bear was waving, waving and nodding his head in a synchronous rhythm. For a while Vegeta only stared, watching the regular monotonous motions, not thinking.
He hold the image in his mind. Why would a waving bear make any sense?
He awoke from his thoughts abruptly when realizing that it was raining. Automatically he moved closer to the window to get more protection.
By doing this, reality washed over him. He remembered, he remembered all that had happened. The sudden outburst of mental pain threatened to suffocate him from inside. It was a dull feeling. He reacted physically, gasping and breathing fast in short bursts. He had to do something.
With great effort he lifted his upper body to lean back at the cold glass now facing a broad street. Vegeta was surprised to see himself being at this place. It wasn't the bustling activity from the evening anymore, only a few people were on the way at this time. He trembled and snuggled up deeper in his coat. But the brief comforting warmth quickly was replaced with coldness again.
=====================
Goku was sitting on his black leather couch with his legs laying casually on the little table in front of the couch. He had removed his jacket and loosened his tie to make himself more comfortable.
The black haired lived in a very large luxurious loft with big glass fronts resembling those in the office.
The big flat screen TV was on but Goku's attention was directed to his laptop.
The telephone rang. After a few ringing sounds and no motion of Goku the answering machine started.
'You have dialled the number of Son-Goku. I'm not at home, please leave me a message.'
'Goku.., I know you are at home!!!', a reproachful high female voice sounded - a long pause - 'Gokuuu...' the woman piped seductively - a deep sigh - 'Call me back. Hmm. I know you won't. Anyway.' - tu tu tu
The man, tapping on the computer with great concentration, only raised one eyebrow and went on.
It was far after midnight when he fell asleep on the couch.
=====================
Vegeta felt sick and weak. This physical helplessness was a complete unwelcome new experience for him. He didn't know how long it would take to recover and to get his full strength back.
The recent past had been a strange nightmare that he never ever would have imagined to happen.
These black eyes he had been looking into. He remembered the cool expression on the other's face, the arrogant ignorance, the disrespect, but also a kind of emptyness..
Nevertheless, he smirked.
There was no doubt about it, this was a Saijayin. The power though buried deep inside had been enough for Vegeta's keen senses to be notified. The search for the other Saiyajin, however, had not been easy.
He wanted to sleep, just a little bit sleep. He was soaking wet, frozen stiff, hungry and so tired. Eyes closed, but the coming sleep was fitful.