Chapter 8
Goku's POV:
My offensive ends as quickly as it has started, a light feeling of disappointment creeping up. I didn't really expect anything, did I? I curse it to hell and shove it back, but it keeps gnawing at me.
The silence is stretching and minutes are passing by. I clench and unclench my fists. He takes over the part that is normally reserved to me. Normally it's me that doesn't talk much, I don't need to. But this situation *now* makes me nervous.
I'm astonished when he finally starts to speak and I turn my head to him, frowning and making sure that he notices it.
"You didn't understand what I told you, did you?" he states.
"You haven't told me anything." I reply in a calm and stern tone.
He stands up and walks towards me. I don't back away, I only raise my upper body a little bit to look him in the face. I can't read his expression. Standing in front of me he reaches forward and slowly runs his fingers through my hair. He stops suddenly and takes a strand in his hand. He seems to enjoy my hair.
I try to forcefully slap his hand away and I am successful. It did not seem like I could make him but he removes his hand anyway, again that little smirk on his lips. I don't like this.
Taking one step back the stranger looks in my eyes, "You are a Saiyajin."
"What does that mean?" I'm fed up with him hurling phrases at me that make no sense.
"It means exactly what it says."
Suddenly his tail unwinds from his waist and swings in front of me. It touches my chest lightly. It feels soft. Before I can react the tail coils around my left forearm. Automatically I reach to touch it but my right arm is quickly grabbed firmly. Being caught off guard, I must have a very stupid expression on my face. The tail has a very strong hold on my arm. The sensation is strange.
"You are this. Do you see? This! We. Are. Saiyajin. Look at me!" He bends down until I can smell him. "We fight! You see this.. and this..!" He points at his bruises and his bandage. "That's what we are. We are fighters. And we are proud of it."
I try to grasp what he is saying, I hear it, yes, but it's so difficult to think.
"You wouldn't last a second, if I didn't want it. This is not a damn game. You better learn it, now!"
I prefer saying nothing.
"Oh, it's so much fun to talk to you." he pauses, "NOT" He walks the couple of steps to the window front and stares out, standing with his side to me so I can see his profile.
"Do you know why I called you Kakarotto." he says in a more moderate tone, not turning his head.
"No."
"You don't remember the name? Ka-ka-rotto. Think carefully."
I repeat the syllables in my mind. "I don't know the name."
"I didn't realize it at first, but I think it's your name."
So I was right. He knows me. "Who are you?" I burst out.
"How stupid are you Kakarotto. Do you think when you ask the same over and over again, you need not use your brain? Do you have any clue what would have happened to you if you acted this stupid a year ago?"
He turns and raises the arm a little bit taking his palm upwards in an odd looking gesture but he stops in the middle of the movement and lets the arm fall beside him.
"What would have happened to me?" I ask provocatively.
"You would be a dead bloody ugly looking piece of flesh."
"Oh, how disgusting." I say in a mocking tone "And why don't you do it?" I expect him getting angry and threaten to kill me nevertheless, but instead of answering he stares again out of the window. I can't stop provoking him. "Seems you can't do it. You need me. I don't give a shit about your threats." I watch him intensely. He clenches his fists. Seems I'm on the right track.
"Shut up!"
I'm astonished, this wasn't the kind of angry *Shut Up* I expected. But I don't give up now. I intend to push him over the edge.
"I'm not stupid. I can add two and two together. Seems to me that your situation isn't the best. *Stop, please stop*" I imitate the stranger's voice, trying to sound as desperate as possible, "It's not that I didn't hear it, you know."
I see his eye brow twitching, but he doesn't move. He's only standing there. I really would like to know what he is thinking now.
He's reserved and arrogant and only gives me the information he wants to give me. The more he keeps saying nothing the angrier I get. Though, at the moment, he seems to be far away smirking, his face holding a more sad than angry expression, I'm not satisfied in the slightest. I want him to react to me, lose some kind of his self-control. I'm ready for it. My anxiety seems to have been extinguished. I almost *want* him to touch me, because then I can put up a fight, somehow I even have the urge to something physical. I want to show him that I'm not as weak as he probably thinks I am.
He fixes his gaze on the raindrops that pelted against the glass pane again and says coolly, "It doesn't matter anymore."
No, no, that's not the deal. "It doesn't matter? You do kidnap me in my own apartment and then you say it doesn't matter?" I say aggressively.
He acts as though I should be thankful for him kidnapping me. I don't know what he means exactly, but I interpret it in such a way that he wants to drop the subject or maybe he thinks I'm too stupid to understand anyway. I'm not ready to let the subject drop.
I removed the chapter titles, so no more ridiculous first, middle and end part chapters, but numbered chapters that might also be different in length.
A big thanks to Rogue for beta-ing this chapter! *huggles her*
Goku's POV:
My offensive ends as quickly as it has started, a light feeling of disappointment creeping up. I didn't really expect anything, did I? I curse it to hell and shove it back, but it keeps gnawing at me.
The silence is stretching and minutes are passing by. I clench and unclench my fists. He takes over the part that is normally reserved to me. Normally it's me that doesn't talk much, I don't need to. But this situation *now* makes me nervous.
I'm astonished when he finally starts to speak and I turn my head to him, frowning and making sure that he notices it.
"You didn't understand what I told you, did you?" he states.
"You haven't told me anything." I reply in a calm and stern tone.
He stands up and walks towards me. I don't back away, I only raise my upper body a little bit to look him in the face. I can't read his expression. Standing in front of me he reaches forward and slowly runs his fingers through my hair. He stops suddenly and takes a strand in his hand. He seems to enjoy my hair.
I try to forcefully slap his hand away and I am successful. It did not seem like I could make him but he removes his hand anyway, again that little smirk on his lips. I don't like this.
Taking one step back the stranger looks in my eyes, "You are a Saiyajin."
"What does that mean?" I'm fed up with him hurling phrases at me that make no sense.
"It means exactly what it says."
Suddenly his tail unwinds from his waist and swings in front of me. It touches my chest lightly. It feels soft. Before I can react the tail coils around my left forearm. Automatically I reach to touch it but my right arm is quickly grabbed firmly. Being caught off guard, I must have a very stupid expression on my face. The tail has a very strong hold on my arm. The sensation is strange.
"You are this. Do you see? This! We. Are. Saiyajin. Look at me!" He bends down until I can smell him. "We fight! You see this.. and this..!" He points at his bruises and his bandage. "That's what we are. We are fighters. And we are proud of it."
I try to grasp what he is saying, I hear it, yes, but it's so difficult to think.
"You wouldn't last a second, if I didn't want it. This is not a damn game. You better learn it, now!"
I prefer saying nothing.
"Oh, it's so much fun to talk to you." he pauses, "NOT" He walks the couple of steps to the window front and stares out, standing with his side to me so I can see his profile.
"Do you know why I called you Kakarotto." he says in a more moderate tone, not turning his head.
"No."
"You don't remember the name? Ka-ka-rotto. Think carefully."
I repeat the syllables in my mind. "I don't know the name."
"I didn't realize it at first, but I think it's your name."
So I was right. He knows me. "Who are you?" I burst out.
"How stupid are you Kakarotto. Do you think when you ask the same over and over again, you need not use your brain? Do you have any clue what would have happened to you if you acted this stupid a year ago?"
He turns and raises the arm a little bit taking his palm upwards in an odd looking gesture but he stops in the middle of the movement and lets the arm fall beside him.
"What would have happened to me?" I ask provocatively.
"You would be a dead bloody ugly looking piece of flesh."
"Oh, how disgusting." I say in a mocking tone "And why don't you do it?" I expect him getting angry and threaten to kill me nevertheless, but instead of answering he stares again out of the window. I can't stop provoking him. "Seems you can't do it. You need me. I don't give a shit about your threats." I watch him intensely. He clenches his fists. Seems I'm on the right track.
"Shut up!"
I'm astonished, this wasn't the kind of angry *Shut Up* I expected. But I don't give up now. I intend to push him over the edge.
"I'm not stupid. I can add two and two together. Seems to me that your situation isn't the best. *Stop, please stop*" I imitate the stranger's voice, trying to sound as desperate as possible, "It's not that I didn't hear it, you know."
I see his eye brow twitching, but he doesn't move. He's only standing there. I really would like to know what he is thinking now.
He's reserved and arrogant and only gives me the information he wants to give me. The more he keeps saying nothing the angrier I get. Though, at the moment, he seems to be far away smirking, his face holding a more sad than angry expression, I'm not satisfied in the slightest. I want him to react to me, lose some kind of his self-control. I'm ready for it. My anxiety seems to have been extinguished. I almost *want* him to touch me, because then I can put up a fight, somehow I even have the urge to something physical. I want to show him that I'm not as weak as he probably thinks I am.
He fixes his gaze on the raindrops that pelted against the glass pane again and says coolly, "It doesn't matter anymore."
No, no, that's not the deal. "It doesn't matter? You do kidnap me in my own apartment and then you say it doesn't matter?" I say aggressively.
He acts as though I should be thankful for him kidnapping me. I don't know what he means exactly, but I interpret it in such a way that he wants to drop the subject or maybe he thinks I'm too stupid to understand anyway. I'm not ready to let the subject drop.
I removed the chapter titles, so no more ridiculous first, middle and end part chapters, but numbered chapters that might also be different in length.
A big thanks to Rogue for beta-ing this chapter! *huggles her*