AN: Hey all. It's me, CoD. Well, here it is folks; Chapter 2 of Why Can't I? Weee~okay. I'm not very energetic right now; I actually feel kinda sick. I was just getting over a small throat cold this week. Son of a Monkey, I keep trying to stay clean so I don't get sick but every year I always catch something!! Oh well. I love you all, and so I will type and post, and type and post just for you. Now, enjoy the storie! *Cough, hack; falls over* I-I'm oka-ay....ugh....-_-
Chapter 2: Goku
"Hey G!"
Goku turned around. Pulling up to the curb right behind him was his best friend Krillin. Beside him in the car was Tein and Chiaotzu. "Hey G! What's up? Want a ride anywhere?"
The Saiyan smiled. "Na, I was heading home. Unlike you guys, as I can see. Where are you heading?"
"Just to some night clubs," Tein replied.
"You sure you don't want a ride G? It's not out of my way, you know," Krillin offered again.
"No," Goku shook his head. "I just want to be alone right now."
"She stood you up again, didn't she?" asked Tein leaning out of the back seat window. "Man, why do you put up with that? She doesn't really love you. She just wants you for your body. And admit it G, you don't love her either."
"It ain't true," Goku said after a moment of silence. "She loves me for who I am."
"She don't love you," Tein said. "Look, we're only telling you because you're our friend, G; we like your brothers. Don't let her hurt you, alright?
"Yeah, whatever," said Goku as he began to walk again. Krillin drove along beside him.
"You're gonna come to tomorrow's tornament, right G? You're entered, you know," said Krillin.
"WHAT?!" Said Goku stopping again. Krillin breaked as Goku turned around. "You entered me in another street dancing tournament? Man, you know Vegeta enters every one of those things!"
"Yeah, I know that," stated Krillin calmly. "I also know that you can take him down G. You've got it in you; you're good enough, heck you're even better then him. Just do your thing."
"But I can't, you know also know that," Goku insisted. "You know that everytime I step into that ring, climb onto that stage and feel everyone watching me, that I freeze up. I can't let go, I can't-I can't-...Damn."
"You want us to take you out then? We'll stop by tonight and pull you out."
Goku moaned as he thought it over. Get up on stage and embarrass himself in front of all those people; or drop out and never hear the end of it from Vegeta. Either way he was going to be harassed by his greatest rival, but better it to be harassment he had suffered for years on end and was indifferent too rather then it be harassment he wasn't used to getting. "No, I ain't gonna drop out. I'll go home and practice."
"Better to go home and rest instead. the tournament starts at eight o'clock in the morning," said Tein. "It's three a.m. now."
"You could've told me that before I decided to stay out all night!" Goku moaned. He started walking again and then stopped. "Move over guys, you're driving me home." Tein opened the car door and Climbed up to the front seat as Goku jumped in.
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"Chichi? I'm home sweetie," Goku called into the dark apartment. He shuffled around in the blackness, muttering various choice words as tripped over invisible objects while blindly groping for a light switch on the wall. When he found one, he flipped it and a dim light illuminated the room from the other side. There was a moan and on the other side of the couch a body rolled over and sat up.
"Goku, is that you? asked the voice of Chichi. The Saiyan dumped his jacket on the floor and stepped over and around the various objects and clothes that almost filled the floor.
"Where were you?" he asked snuggling up next to her. "I waited all night for you; why didn't you show?"
Chichi shifted her weight stiffly. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't call," she sighed. "One of my friends had just been dumped by her long time boyfriend. She was so upset; I was at her house reassuring her that it would be okay."
"She was that upset?" asked Goku.
"She was...Pregnant with his child. We were giving her reassurance."
"Oh," sighed Goku. "I see. Speaking of children-"
"Oh please not tonight Goku," Chichi groaned as she shrugged him off. "It was too emotional; I don't want that right now. I'm really tired and it's late." She laid down and closed her eyes. "Go to bed."
Goku slid off of Chichi and stood up, blowing out his cheeks in frustration. "I won't be here tomorrow morning," he said in one last attempt. "I've got a tournament at eight in the morning."
"Then you need your sleep. Go to bed," repeated Chichi.
He stood over her for a few more minutes thinking over what Tein had told him, then turned off the light and felt his way into the bedroom.
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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Groggily, Goku hit the snooze button on his tacky alarm clock. When it refused to respond he hit it a few more times before finally sitting up with a "Damnit." 7:45 a.m. the clock read as it continued to blare. "Shut Up!" cried Goku pulling out the cord. The alarm went dead and once again the apartment was silent once more.
But only for a few minutes.
"HEY GOKU? GET UP! WE GOTTA GET GOING!" called Krillin form below Goku's window. He beeped the horn a few times.
The Saiyan got up and went to lean out his window. "Damn it Krillin, you know you'll get shot in this neighborhood if you keep doing that this early in the morning!" he called down to his friend.
"I doubt it!" Krillin called back. "Everyone on this block is either still out cold, or too busy throwing up from hangovers to aim deadly!"
"I wasn't talking about the neighbors, I was talking about me! I'm the only one coherent enough on this block to shoot you down! Why didn't you come up here and ring the bell?"
"AND WAKE UP CHICHI?!" called Tein, sticking his head out of the passenger door. Goku sighed and shook his head. Not feeling the urge to argue anymore, he grabbed a set of clean clothes and hurried down to his friends.
"C'mon, we gotta get going," said Krillin as Goku opened the car door. "We're already going to be late." He backed out of the parking space violently and made everyone jolt around
"Seat belts!" Said Chiaotzu as, again, Krillin shot the car forward into traffic. Goku wished he had time to put his seat belt on, but was difference would it make? By the time it was on they'd be pulling into the parking lot of the club hosting the tournament; and he needed to change anyway. Under no circumstances would he let Vegeta see him completely careless and indecent.
Krillin slammed on the breaks in the parking space inside the parking lot of the Purple Monkey, the night club hosting the street dancing tournament. "Everyone out," he said and the four of them scrambled quickly out and into the club that was packed to it's limit and then some. "Looks like the usual amount of spectators has shown up," Krillin commented.
"I'd say it's getting more popular," Tein observed. "There's about 20 or so more then last time, I think."
"In one corner," called a voice over an intercom, "defending his title as the very best street dancer in all the North, South, East or even in his home town of the West Corners of the world, Prince Vegeta will battle Son Goku, the ever Returning Warrior of the East who will be defending his pride and hoping to overthrow the Prince of Step today in round one which will take place in just a few minutes. Will our challengers please take this time to prepare themselves?!"
Goku sighed; a feeling of sick doom washing over him and pulling his stomach down a few notches. Vegeta had arranged for them to fight first, he always did. Goku, in Vegeta's eyes, was nothing more then trailor trash he had to deal with in every one of these tournaments. He only wanted to take Goku out first so he wouldn't have to worry about it later, if he even worried about Goku at all.
"Hey G, you know he did it to intimidate you," said Krillin. "Don't let it get you down."
"Yeah," chimed in Tein. "He's just scared cuz he knows your much better then he'll ever be-"
"I wouldn't get the boy's hopes up too high, three eyes. I don't worry about trash that's easily flammable," came a voice, and without turning around Goku knew who it was, but turn and face it he did. "I am the last person to be scared or intimidated by the pathetic excuse of a street dancer standing before me. I'd be surprised if he knew enough moves to dance in bed to satisfy himself, never mind that slut that sleeps with him. Tell me, has she tired with you yet or is she still trying to teach you to fuck?" He laughed coldly as not one of them said anything.
"Vegeta," Goku began in a sympathetic kind of voice. "You used to be-"
"Maybe if she really loved you, the two of you could enter a sex contest and with her by your side you might stand a chance at being good at something for once. But then, I don't see why she'd waste time and energy on you when she has so many other dogs more trained then you at her beck and call."
Any soft feelings Goku had had for Vegeta quickly evaporated. "You little bastard," he muttered. "That's it Vegeta, you've gone to far!" Goku pulled back his fist to strike Vegeta down; but before he could release it, a hand grabbed the shaking fist and held it stiffly. Goku turned around to look at the person holding him as Vegeta stopped laughing.
"Just because you're the defending champion, doesn't mean I can't disqualify you and haul your ass out back for and good beating, Vegeta. As the DJ and Official Judge of this tournament, I wanna let you know, you're not very high on my list of people I want to breath the same air with; unfortunately I have to. Now, stop threatening the competition and move your sorry carcass over to where you need to be; which should be on the other side of the dance ring, if I'm not mistaken. Otherwise you're out and never coming back, is that clear?" asked the man behind dark shaded glasses and hidden in baggy homie-like clothes and a baseball cap.
"Transparent," said Vegeta and he walked off after studying the figure very carefully.
Goku couldn't help staring either. Something about this person was familiar to him, yet he had never seen him before in his life. The figure wheeled Goku around to face him fully and looked him directly into the eye through those dark glasses that you couldn't see into, but Goku knew he was looking right into the very depths of his soul from behind those shades. "You too kid," he said, "is this clear to you?"
"Yes," replied Goku, afraid to lie even if he didn't want to. "It's crystal."
The figure smiled warmly at him, making Goku feel much more relaxed. "Good luck kid. I'll be cheering for you," he said and let go of Goku's hand.
"Do you know him G?" asked Krillin once the guy had moved on. Goku shook his head.
"No, I don't."
*End Chapter 2!*
Well, that's all for this chapter. Turn in tomorrow to read the chapter 3. Yamcha acts like Piccolo's pet, it's disturbing! And it gets lemony between Goku and Piccolo too!! I know, I'm so teasing you all, but it's so much fun! Besides, you guys get off lucky; when my friends were reading this as I wrote it, I would stop in the worst cliffhanging places (like Goku and Piccolo would be just WORDS away form climaxing) and they would chase me around the cafeteria, hitting me over the head with the binder, screaming for me to write more. Lol, good times. I enjoyed tormenting them. Alright, well, I'm off to type chapter 3. Fare thee well, my faithful freeds!