Second encounter (third part)
"What do you want?" Goku said emotionless.
"I already told you."
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Goku recapitulated the day before. His thoughts ran fast as he tried to bring back the images carelessly laid down somewhere in his mind. He heard again the painful spoken words "Help Me!" Nevertheless he couldn't associate something with this plea.
They always wanted the money. It had became a sport to Goku to divide people into two categories he had created himself. It seemed that every person could be classified in one of them. First category people were subtle or thought of themselves they were. They said terms like 'I love you' but meant in the same time 'I love your money'. They tried to manipulate him thinking he was stupid to not notice it, the dumb adopted son of rich people. The other category was in a absurd way the group of people he preferred, this were the people that couldn't hide it when they first opened their mouth. They saved him a lot of time of false interpretations and hurt feelings on his side. At some time he had began to turn things round and to play after *his* game. He took advantage of people and then when he had became what he wanted he tossed them away. He called it hard reality in a hard world. He didn't felt guilty about it.
'What kind of help could this man want from him?'
The man had seemed to be so desperate. He had felt it without looking at him. Desperation. It hit him, men would do everything when they have nothing to loose.
With his question Goku had returned eye contact. It was just then that he became aware of the strangers appearance. He looked young, but in the same time you could also read a certain maturity in his face. A long ugly wound reached from the middle of the forehead to the left eye and was covered by a layer of mixed fresh and dried blood.
Goku was irritated. The eyes were as dark as his own, when it wouldn't be ridiculous Goku would say they were even more black than his own. It was foreign to him to see someone with such a color expect himself. His random affairs always said they felt blocked and that they wanted to see beyond this black barrier. Though Goku always had felt proud of it. He had always wondered if he had inherited it from his real parents to which he hadn't any kind of memory.
Goku could see his own reflection in the other's eyes. They stared at each other as if they were playing a game and the one that broke the contact first would lose. Finally it was Goku that lowered his eyes at first.
The other was breathing now more and more heavily. Goku felt the breath in his face. It smelled of blood.
Another piece of memory of the day before struck him.
"Why should I know you?"
Vegeta frowned at this question, but didn't answer.
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"What are you doing! Mister are you in trouble! Are you o.k. Sir?
Vegeta turned his head angrily. A man of the garbage collection had appeared out of nowhere and stood beside them, indecisive what to do in such a situation. He looked as if he was frightened of his own courage and shifted from one foot to the other. Vegeta and Goku realized that they were standing in a small street that was full of garbage containers and that ended with a sort of wall.
Vegeta growled intimidating followed by a very bewildered glance of Goku, but he took one step back letting Goku off.
Goku rubbed his arm, astonished and relieved to be released so quickly. He noticed that his hand was trembling lightly. "Yes, this man...Please call...." But he couldn't finish. Seconds later he found himself on the ground, then he was tugged upwards by a strong hand and pushed forward. "Shit!" Goku muttered to himself. He didn't know how it happened, but he felt the hand suddenly let go off him and then he was falling hard on the ground at the other side of the wall.
"Shit! Shit! Shit! What are you doing. You're fucking bastard. What do you want!" Goku yelled and cursed loudly. He tried to stand up and wiped his hands on his pants.
Vegeta was leaning against the wall. His breath came fast and in short bursts and his face was contorted of the new pain that spread from his abdomen. He looked at his hand. Fresh blood .
"I need to rest and get care of this." Vegeta said in a monotonous tone and pointed lightly to his stomach. "We go to your home."
Goku looked at him speechless. 'What!' he thought.
"You need to go to a hospital." he then managed to say.
"NO!" And with this statement Vegeta started to head purposefully towards Goku's home. He stopped when he noticed that Goku wasn't following. "Come!" he said coolly without turning round.
Goku hadn't moved from where he had been standing before, an unbelieving expression on his face. 'He doesn't really think a follow him, does he?' He didn't get rid of the feeling that there was something strange about this man and this situation. It didn't became better when he heard the stranger murmuring to himself.
'Typical, it's so typical for you Vegeta, of all Saiyajins I could possibly have found, I came to this stubborn earthling like moron."
And then Goku could hear a hoarse hysterical laughter. Still chuckling Vegeta turned round, his arms hanging limp on each side. He stopped laughing abruptly and forced. Goku recognized the desperation that slowly began to spread in the others face, it was the same expression on his face that he had had the day before.
Vegeta went back in Goku's direction. Goku also took one, two, three slow steps back, but was stopped by the wall. He looked around, there still were no people on the way.
Vegeta grasped the fabric of Goku's T-shirt tightly and pulled him after himself. Goku struggled and punched but after a brief fight with mostly him acting and the stranger only blocking succesfully he realized he couldn't get free. How this man managed to develop such a strength, Goku didn't know. He saw the blood that had soaked into his white shirt from the others hand and he saw the blood on the coat. That was impossible. He must be severely injured.
"I can't help you. I'm not a doctor!" he tried to persuade the other, but the only reply he got was a short hiss. The way to his home the mysterious man didn't say anything more, but what made Goku more worried about was the fact that he seemed to know exactly where to go. Goku thought of different causes that possibly could explain the power of the injured. Maybe drugs or something like this.
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Goku hastily tried to find the right key out of the bunch and unlocked the front door to his loft with trembling fingers. He felt the glance of the stranger burning in his face. Once inside Vegeta slammed the door shut, took the key from Goku and locked the door two times.
Vegeta shortly looked around and then collapsed onto the nearest sitting opportunity he found, Goku's couch. Goku stood undecided in the middle of the room frowning that Vegeta was making himself comfortable on *his* couch. He inhaled sharply through his teeth when he watched the blood soaked clothes coming in contact with the fine black leather.
"The bathroom. It's over there." he pointed towards a door.
Surprisingly Vegeta got up and walked towards the door passing Goku. Goku followed him after he had took a quick look at the couch.
Goku was wondering where the keys might have landed after this man had thrown them straight across the room but lost his train of thought when he caught sight of Vegeta. The prince sat on the edge of the bath supporting himself with one hand and slowly removing the coat with the other one. He let the coat fall to his feet. He wore a torn blue fabric that looked like a kind of close-fitting training suit. The muscular fine sculptured body was covered with numerous grazes and bruises, but worst was the injury of his abdomen. The fabric was sticking ugly to the big bloody wound.
Goku stood in the doorway, scared.
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"What do you want?" Goku said emotionless.
"I already told you."
=====================
Goku recapitulated the day before. His thoughts ran fast as he tried to bring back the images carelessly laid down somewhere in his mind. He heard again the painful spoken words "Help Me!" Nevertheless he couldn't associate something with this plea.
They always wanted the money. It had became a sport to Goku to divide people into two categories he had created himself. It seemed that every person could be classified in one of them. First category people were subtle or thought of themselves they were. They said terms like 'I love you' but meant in the same time 'I love your money'. They tried to manipulate him thinking he was stupid to not notice it, the dumb adopted son of rich people. The other category was in a absurd way the group of people he preferred, this were the people that couldn't hide it when they first opened their mouth. They saved him a lot of time of false interpretations and hurt feelings on his side. At some time he had began to turn things round and to play after *his* game. He took advantage of people and then when he had became what he wanted he tossed them away. He called it hard reality in a hard world. He didn't felt guilty about it.
'What kind of help could this man want from him?'
The man had seemed to be so desperate. He had felt it without looking at him. Desperation. It hit him, men would do everything when they have nothing to loose.
With his question Goku had returned eye contact. It was just then that he became aware of the strangers appearance. He looked young, but in the same time you could also read a certain maturity in his face. A long ugly wound reached from the middle of the forehead to the left eye and was covered by a layer of mixed fresh and dried blood.
Goku was irritated. The eyes were as dark as his own, when it wouldn't be ridiculous Goku would say they were even more black than his own. It was foreign to him to see someone with such a color expect himself. His random affairs always said they felt blocked and that they wanted to see beyond this black barrier. Though Goku always had felt proud of it. He had always wondered if he had inherited it from his real parents to which he hadn't any kind of memory.
Goku could see his own reflection in the other's eyes. They stared at each other as if they were playing a game and the one that broke the contact first would lose. Finally it was Goku that lowered his eyes at first.
The other was breathing now more and more heavily. Goku felt the breath in his face. It smelled of blood.
Another piece of memory of the day before struck him.
"Why should I know you?"
Vegeta frowned at this question, but didn't answer.
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"What are you doing! Mister are you in trouble! Are you o.k. Sir?
Vegeta turned his head angrily. A man of the garbage collection had appeared out of nowhere and stood beside them, indecisive what to do in such a situation. He looked as if he was frightened of his own courage and shifted from one foot to the other. Vegeta and Goku realized that they were standing in a small street that was full of garbage containers and that ended with a sort of wall.
Vegeta growled intimidating followed by a very bewildered glance of Goku, but he took one step back letting Goku off.
Goku rubbed his arm, astonished and relieved to be released so quickly. He noticed that his hand was trembling lightly. "Yes, this man...Please call...." But he couldn't finish. Seconds later he found himself on the ground, then he was tugged upwards by a strong hand and pushed forward. "Shit!" Goku muttered to himself. He didn't know how it happened, but he felt the hand suddenly let go off him and then he was falling hard on the ground at the other side of the wall.
"Shit! Shit! Shit! What are you doing. You're fucking bastard. What do you want!" Goku yelled and cursed loudly. He tried to stand up and wiped his hands on his pants.
Vegeta was leaning against the wall. His breath came fast and in short bursts and his face was contorted of the new pain that spread from his abdomen. He looked at his hand. Fresh blood .
"I need to rest and get care of this." Vegeta said in a monotonous tone and pointed lightly to his stomach. "We go to your home."
Goku looked at him speechless. 'What!' he thought.
"You need to go to a hospital." he then managed to say.
"NO!" And with this statement Vegeta started to head purposefully towards Goku's home. He stopped when he noticed that Goku wasn't following. "Come!" he said coolly without turning round.
Goku hadn't moved from where he had been standing before, an unbelieving expression on his face. 'He doesn't really think a follow him, does he?' He didn't get rid of the feeling that there was something strange about this man and this situation. It didn't became better when he heard the stranger murmuring to himself.
'Typical, it's so typical for you Vegeta, of all Saiyajins I could possibly have found, I came to this stubborn earthling like moron."
And then Goku could hear a hoarse hysterical laughter. Still chuckling Vegeta turned round, his arms hanging limp on each side. He stopped laughing abruptly and forced. Goku recognized the desperation that slowly began to spread in the others face, it was the same expression on his face that he had had the day before.
Vegeta went back in Goku's direction. Goku also took one, two, three slow steps back, but was stopped by the wall. He looked around, there still were no people on the way.
Vegeta grasped the fabric of Goku's T-shirt tightly and pulled him after himself. Goku struggled and punched but after a brief fight with mostly him acting and the stranger only blocking succesfully he realized he couldn't get free. How this man managed to develop such a strength, Goku didn't know. He saw the blood that had soaked into his white shirt from the others hand and he saw the blood on the coat. That was impossible. He must be severely injured.
"I can't help you. I'm not a doctor!" he tried to persuade the other, but the only reply he got was a short hiss. The way to his home the mysterious man didn't say anything more, but what made Goku more worried about was the fact that he seemed to know exactly where to go. Goku thought of different causes that possibly could explain the power of the injured. Maybe drugs or something like this.
=====================
Goku hastily tried to find the right key out of the bunch and unlocked the front door to his loft with trembling fingers. He felt the glance of the stranger burning in his face. Once inside Vegeta slammed the door shut, took the key from Goku and locked the door two times.
Vegeta shortly looked around and then collapsed onto the nearest sitting opportunity he found, Goku's couch. Goku stood undecided in the middle of the room frowning that Vegeta was making himself comfortable on *his* couch. He inhaled sharply through his teeth when he watched the blood soaked clothes coming in contact with the fine black leather.
"The bathroom. It's over there." he pointed towards a door.
Surprisingly Vegeta got up and walked towards the door passing Goku. Goku followed him after he had took a quick look at the couch.
Goku was wondering where the keys might have landed after this man had thrown them straight across the room but lost his train of thought when he caught sight of Vegeta. The prince sat on the edge of the bath supporting himself with one hand and slowly removing the coat with the other one. He let the coat fall to his feet. He wore a torn blue fabric that looked like a kind of close-fitting training suit. The muscular fine sculptured body was covered with numerous grazes and bruises, but worst was the injury of his abdomen. The fabric was sticking ugly to the big bloody wound.
Goku stood in the doorway, scared.
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Comments (good or bad), suggestions and questions are welcome.