Hi, once more I was overwhelmed by the feedback and the nice comments you
left me. Thank you!
I'm not really sadisfied with *this* chapter, but see yourself.
Kakarotto (part two)
"What's *your* name?", he asked, not meaning to get an answer, but he tried it anyway.
"I'm Vegeta. The prince of all Saiyajins."
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Goku could see the pride and the dignity the stranger had put in this slowly spoken statement and that was clearly reflected in the other's face.
But only 'pathetic......' was the first thing Goku could think about, the words meaning nothing to him. The corner of his mouth twitched suspiciously and then a suppressed soundless laughter broke out.
For a little moment Vegeta's eyes became wide and glazed expressing sadness and hurt but then they narrowed in pure rage.
Goku had missed the reactions of the black haired stranger, because he had turned his face away from the other to hide his laughter, somehow knowing that it was wrong in this situation but also being unable to stop it. He had given in to an automatic impulse that wasn't unfamiliar to him. Sometimes, often in the most inappropriate situations, all this pathetic hypocritical talking suddenly seemed so absurd and ridiculous to him, he couldn't avoid laughing. From time to time he wondered if there might be some wires linked wrongly in his brain, because it seemed always that it was only him reacting in such a way.
Goku faced the stranger when hearing a deep guttural growl softly in the beginning but slowly increasing its volume.
The next thing he noticed was the face of the stranger only inches away from his own. He felt a heavy weight on him, a hand at his throat and another hand fisted tightly in his hair. Goku stiffened immediately and started to struggle, automatically grasping the hand at his throat, trying to shove it away. His laughter had long been faded. Though Vegeta didn't squeeze, he looked menacingly into Goku's wide open eyes. Goku could feel the strength the other was radiating, he saw the sparkling black eyes, the determination and bared teeth. He felt completely overpowered and intimidated, always hearing this intense constant rumbling sound. It was like being cornered by a wild animal knowing that you have absolutely no chance. The stranger's strong threatening presence went right through him.
Goku abruptly gave up all resistance, some kind of instinct taking over his actions. He let fall both his arms beside him and his whole body softened, only shivering lightly. He leaned back his head in a defensive gesture giving Vegeta better access to his neck. Goku lowered his eyes and waited, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Vegeta watched him, but calmed down in reaction to the other Saiyajin's behavior.
"You don't disrespect *me* or *your people*, little Saiyajin, do you?" Vegeta said calmly, pronouncing every word.
"No." Goku whispered, not understanding anything what the other was saying, but nevertheless *no* seemed to be the right word now.
Vegeta stared at him for a while, not moving as did Goku. Then he nearly softly removed his hand from Goku's hair, stroking back a little strand from Goku's forehead, never losing eye contact. Finally Vegeta slowly stood up and returned to his place on the couch. He took the spoon and continued eating the ice cream. He soon had finished and opened the tuna-fish cans.
Goku didn't do anything, he still sat on his chair concentrating on pressing his hands against the chair to stop them from trembling. His breath steadied a little bit, but still was far from normal.
Vegeta screwed up his mouth when tasting the saltiness of the fish after the sweetness of the ice, particularly when it was a mixture of both, since ice was still sticking on the spoon, but that didn't stop him from devouring the food. Being ready he leaned back and closed his eyes. He knew that when giving in he would fall in an almost comatose sleep, taken that his nightmares would let him. He looked at Kakarotto, who himself quickly looked away.
Vegeta sighed. 'Nevertheless Kakarotto's a Saiyajin.' he thought. 'He just has to learn some little things.'
"I'm going to sleep, little Saiyajin."
Goku knew that it was him that was addressed, he rapidly searched for something to answer, but then, the other already headed to his bedroom and soon was out of his sight of view. 'Like it would be his own appartement.' Goku thought. He nestled at his T-shirt, automatically searching for something, his pen, but it wasn't there. He realized that he didn't wear his usual suit top, but a rather *bloody* T-shirt. Disgusted he hurried to take it off and tossed it crumbled up on the floor.
Vegeta found the bedroom immediately, he had discovered it before when looking for the kitchen. 'Kakarotto is a good name", he thought, 'I will deal with him later.' A content smiling spread over his face, nearly touching a *smirk*.
Goku waited some seconds then stood up. He took some steps towards his bedroom, but then paused, one step forward, pause, he didn't know if he should dare taking a quick look rather than waiting. Finally he slowly approached his bedroom on tiptoes, asking himself in the back of his mind why he was acting so silly. He could see that the door was open. Standing in the doorway he first saw blue fabric on the floor, what had to be the stranger's pants. Then he saw *him* in the bed. Actually Goku could only make out nothing more than black hair. But that was enough, as if thunderstruck he turned and went back in the living room.
Excited he went back and forth in his loft recapitulating words like Saiyajin, Vegeta, prince and Kakarotto. Absently he picked up the remnants of Vegeta's meal and disposed of it in the rubbish in the kitchen. 'Why am I doing this. I don't have to do this.' he thought. Usually a woman daily took care of all the coming up housework.
'Oh, what time is it?', he suddenly thought and looked at his watch, 7.18 a.m.
'What to do now.., what to do now.., I have to go to work.., what when the woman turns up.., I don't know when..., normally I'm not here at this time...' Goku quietly muttered to himself, repeating the questions over and over again, walking aimlessly through his loft, but never coming to a conclusion.
'What is *he* doing? I take another look at him,' Goku decided 'then I will see further.'
Goku repeated the action he had made before, that is tiptoeing to the bedroom door, pausing, waiting, breathing in soundlessly, pausing again...
This time Goku dared to enter the bedroom. Very carefully he stepped closer and bent over the sleeping person.
This *Vegeta*, he remembered the name, was sleeping. He lay on his side with one arm over the blanket. He looked kind of peaceful. Goku stood silently, being wrapped up in his observation. There was a thought tangling in his mind. He really would like being able to look at the tail more close or even touch it. A shiver ran through his body. But the stranger was well tucked up and only one knee had freed itself from the blanket.
'Why don't I do something?' Trying to come back to his senses Goku went through the options he had. 'Calling the police? Overpowering him while he is sleeping? Looking for the keys?' Goku dismissed the first and the second one, but in the end he really could look for the keys.
Goku straightened up and headed to the door. Suddenly a loud "NO!" broke through the silence. Scared, Goku turned immediately, but relaxed in relief when seeing that the stranger still was sleeping. Vegeta turned his head restlessly from one side to the other, his mouth forming soundless words. Also something under the blanket was moving back and forth, probably the tail, Goku concluded.
Goku left the room and headed towards the front door. He stood in front of it with his back to the door and tried to remember in which direction Vegeta might have thrown the keys. He decided on one and slowly followed the possible way of the throw with his gaze directed towards the floor. Finally he went down on his hands and knees to look under the furniture trying to not overlook anything. Goku was content that he was doing *something* and fully concentrated on this task, distracting himself from his thoughts.
He winced when he heard painful cries: "STOP!" and in a much lower voice "Please stop!".
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I still have this problems with my English, as you probably have noticed, so is there anybody who possibly would like to beta-read the future chapters of this fic?
I'm not really sadisfied with *this* chapter, but see yourself.
Kakarotto (part two)
"What's *your* name?", he asked, not meaning to get an answer, but he tried it anyway.
"I'm Vegeta. The prince of all Saiyajins."
====================
Goku could see the pride and the dignity the stranger had put in this slowly spoken statement and that was clearly reflected in the other's face.
But only 'pathetic......' was the first thing Goku could think about, the words meaning nothing to him. The corner of his mouth twitched suspiciously and then a suppressed soundless laughter broke out.
For a little moment Vegeta's eyes became wide and glazed expressing sadness and hurt but then they narrowed in pure rage.
Goku had missed the reactions of the black haired stranger, because he had turned his face away from the other to hide his laughter, somehow knowing that it was wrong in this situation but also being unable to stop it. He had given in to an automatic impulse that wasn't unfamiliar to him. Sometimes, often in the most inappropriate situations, all this pathetic hypocritical talking suddenly seemed so absurd and ridiculous to him, he couldn't avoid laughing. From time to time he wondered if there might be some wires linked wrongly in his brain, because it seemed always that it was only him reacting in such a way.
Goku faced the stranger when hearing a deep guttural growl softly in the beginning but slowly increasing its volume.
The next thing he noticed was the face of the stranger only inches away from his own. He felt a heavy weight on him, a hand at his throat and another hand fisted tightly in his hair. Goku stiffened immediately and started to struggle, automatically grasping the hand at his throat, trying to shove it away. His laughter had long been faded. Though Vegeta didn't squeeze, he looked menacingly into Goku's wide open eyes. Goku could feel the strength the other was radiating, he saw the sparkling black eyes, the determination and bared teeth. He felt completely overpowered and intimidated, always hearing this intense constant rumbling sound. It was like being cornered by a wild animal knowing that you have absolutely no chance. The stranger's strong threatening presence went right through him.
Goku abruptly gave up all resistance, some kind of instinct taking over his actions. He let fall both his arms beside him and his whole body softened, only shivering lightly. He leaned back his head in a defensive gesture giving Vegeta better access to his neck. Goku lowered his eyes and waited, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Vegeta watched him, but calmed down in reaction to the other Saiyajin's behavior.
"You don't disrespect *me* or *your people*, little Saiyajin, do you?" Vegeta said calmly, pronouncing every word.
"No." Goku whispered, not understanding anything what the other was saying, but nevertheless *no* seemed to be the right word now.
Vegeta stared at him for a while, not moving as did Goku. Then he nearly softly removed his hand from Goku's hair, stroking back a little strand from Goku's forehead, never losing eye contact. Finally Vegeta slowly stood up and returned to his place on the couch. He took the spoon and continued eating the ice cream. He soon had finished and opened the tuna-fish cans.
Goku didn't do anything, he still sat on his chair concentrating on pressing his hands against the chair to stop them from trembling. His breath steadied a little bit, but still was far from normal.
Vegeta screwed up his mouth when tasting the saltiness of the fish after the sweetness of the ice, particularly when it was a mixture of both, since ice was still sticking on the spoon, but that didn't stop him from devouring the food. Being ready he leaned back and closed his eyes. He knew that when giving in he would fall in an almost comatose sleep, taken that his nightmares would let him. He looked at Kakarotto, who himself quickly looked away.
Vegeta sighed. 'Nevertheless Kakarotto's a Saiyajin.' he thought. 'He just has to learn some little things.'
"I'm going to sleep, little Saiyajin."
Goku knew that it was him that was addressed, he rapidly searched for something to answer, but then, the other already headed to his bedroom and soon was out of his sight of view. 'Like it would be his own appartement.' Goku thought. He nestled at his T-shirt, automatically searching for something, his pen, but it wasn't there. He realized that he didn't wear his usual suit top, but a rather *bloody* T-shirt. Disgusted he hurried to take it off and tossed it crumbled up on the floor.
Vegeta found the bedroom immediately, he had discovered it before when looking for the kitchen. 'Kakarotto is a good name", he thought, 'I will deal with him later.' A content smiling spread over his face, nearly touching a *smirk*.
Goku waited some seconds then stood up. He took some steps towards his bedroom, but then paused, one step forward, pause, he didn't know if he should dare taking a quick look rather than waiting. Finally he slowly approached his bedroom on tiptoes, asking himself in the back of his mind why he was acting so silly. He could see that the door was open. Standing in the doorway he first saw blue fabric on the floor, what had to be the stranger's pants. Then he saw *him* in the bed. Actually Goku could only make out nothing more than black hair. But that was enough, as if thunderstruck he turned and went back in the living room.
Excited he went back and forth in his loft recapitulating words like Saiyajin, Vegeta, prince and Kakarotto. Absently he picked up the remnants of Vegeta's meal and disposed of it in the rubbish in the kitchen. 'Why am I doing this. I don't have to do this.' he thought. Usually a woman daily took care of all the coming up housework.
'Oh, what time is it?', he suddenly thought and looked at his watch, 7.18 a.m.
'What to do now.., what to do now.., I have to go to work.., what when the woman turns up.., I don't know when..., normally I'm not here at this time...' Goku quietly muttered to himself, repeating the questions over and over again, walking aimlessly through his loft, but never coming to a conclusion.
'What is *he* doing? I take another look at him,' Goku decided 'then I will see further.'
Goku repeated the action he had made before, that is tiptoeing to the bedroom door, pausing, waiting, breathing in soundlessly, pausing again...
This time Goku dared to enter the bedroom. Very carefully he stepped closer and bent over the sleeping person.
This *Vegeta*, he remembered the name, was sleeping. He lay on his side with one arm over the blanket. He looked kind of peaceful. Goku stood silently, being wrapped up in his observation. There was a thought tangling in his mind. He really would like being able to look at the tail more close or even touch it. A shiver ran through his body. But the stranger was well tucked up and only one knee had freed itself from the blanket.
'Why don't I do something?' Trying to come back to his senses Goku went through the options he had. 'Calling the police? Overpowering him while he is sleeping? Looking for the keys?' Goku dismissed the first and the second one, but in the end he really could look for the keys.
Goku straightened up and headed to the door. Suddenly a loud "NO!" broke through the silence. Scared, Goku turned immediately, but relaxed in relief when seeing that the stranger still was sleeping. Vegeta turned his head restlessly from one side to the other, his mouth forming soundless words. Also something under the blanket was moving back and forth, probably the tail, Goku concluded.
Goku left the room and headed towards the front door. He stood in front of it with his back to the door and tried to remember in which direction Vegeta might have thrown the keys. He decided on one and slowly followed the possible way of the throw with his gaze directed towards the floor. Finally he went down on his hands and knees to look under the furniture trying to not overlook anything. Goku was content that he was doing *something* and fully concentrated on this task, distracting himself from his thoughts.
He winced when he heard painful cries: "STOP!" and in a much lower voice "Please stop!".
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I still have this problems with my English, as you probably have noticed, so is there anybody who possibly would like to beta-read the future chapters of this fic?