Abhor
Chapter 5: Despise
I took another sip of my sweet coffee; each intake of the warm liquid sent a tingling sensation through my body, heating my cold heart. The light brown liquid swirled slightly in the white cup . . . it strangely reminded me of Kakkarot . . . sweet, yet not too sweet.
A small smile came to my lips as I mused over the other Sayian. I sat in silence until a voice caused me to jump. My heart thumped against the wall of my pericardium cavity as I shot my head over my shoulder to see the woman. She walked past me and to the seat across from me. She wore a pale purple robe, a belt was tied around the center, the clothes underneath were hidden by it; all except the bottom of her nightclothes. Her blue hair was matted and looked like a rat nest, but she still looked great considering that she just woke up. Though, I have never felt anything other than friendship towards her.
She rubbed her eyes as she took a seat. "You wanted to ask me something?" She leaned her elbow against the table as she yawned.
"Yes." I answered dryly. I had all night to think through my cluttered thoughts and I came up with something. "Let's say, someone did something horrible and didn't realize it. The person he did the horrible thing to never mentioned it. He finally found out but the other person shut him out. What would one do in this situation?"
Bulma stared at me. Shit, I hope she doesn't realize I'm talking about myself! She was silent for a while until I cleared my throat. I want an answer and now!
"Hmm . . . Well he should tell his friend about what happened. Say he's sorry and see if the other person will forgive him." I nodded. Seems reasonable but what if-
"What if the other person doesn't want to talk about it? Or they hide the fact that it happened?"
"Then confront them. He should say it's important so then they can sort it out."
I thought about it for a moment. It won't be easy to get Kakkarot to talk to me. How would I convince him to speak with me? I was puzzled to say the least.
"Does this have something to do with you?" My eyes went wide and I scowled.
"Hell NO! Why would I come to you and tell you about something as petty as that! Only a pathetic human woul-"
The doorbell rang. "I'll get it." She mumbled as she got up and went to the door. I clenched my teeth as she disappeared from my sight.
"Oh hello Chi-Goku? What's wrong?" I slowly got up from where I sat, with a frown I peered into the living room.
I could see Kakkarot; his body was hunched forward as if he had doubled over in pain. His hair was moist and it hung in front of his eyes, covering them from sight. I was almost happy; I wouldn't have to see the innocent eyes that I corrupted.
I scanned over his body quickly. In one word Kakkarot looked like shit.
"He hasn't felt good since yesterday. I'm hoping it's not the heart virus . . ." her voice trailed off in worry.
The heart virus.
I paled at the thought. Oh god. I hope that isn't what is causing his pain . . . but it wouldn't cause him to throw up would it? And he wouldn't have his arm clutching his stomach.
"I-It can't be . . . my chest . . . doesn't hurt."
The woman nodded. "Alright then, come to the lab with me and I'll take a look at you."
Kakkarot's voice shrunk. "Will there be needles?"
My eyebrow rose, he sounded like a child. This is just like when Ginyu was in his body and I beat the shit out of it! That was amusing and pathetic. Even his brat was embarrassed.
"I don't know Goku, it depends on if I can figure what's wrong with you without doing that."
Kakkarot nodded weakly and followed the woman and his annoying wife. I growled and moved silently behind them. As I entered the lab, Kakkarot sat upon the gurney and the woman began to check his blood pressure. I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms. My eyes never moved from Kakkarot. He had lost some weight. Not much, but enough that it was noticeable. I hadn't noticed it the day before; I had no time to think about it or to even look at him well. His stomach did seem oddly larger then the rest of his body- not much but noticeably larger. I felt a feeling of dread bubble up in my stomach. I don't know why but it was there . . .
Suddenly I felt a piercing gaze on me. I caught something unreadable splash across his eyes, but it evaporated as quickly as it came. He forced a smile to his face. I felt my hands tighten to fists. Damn him . . .
"Hey Vegeta." The two humans looked over at me as Kakkarot spoke softly. I frowned and moved towards them.
"I don't know what's wrong with him, everything seems fine . . . Have you eaten anything that could have made you sick?"
I smirked, "It was probably something his wife made." Both women glared at me. I chuckled deep within my throat.
"No . . . I haven't eaten much lately to have gotten me sick." He mumbled softly, his eyes going to the ground in shame, but they never met mine. My jaw clenched as his eyes slowly slid shut and his bottom lip quivered. Normally I would think he's a pathetic third class Sayian but right now . . . I wouldn't blame him if he burst into tears. Watery pools opened up, slowly. The ebony was filled to the brim with salty water. Damn . . .
"Maybe I should take a blood sample . . ." Kakkarot's eyes went wide at the words. "Goku, we have to find out what's wrong with you."
"There's nothing wrong with him! He's just got a stomach flu!" I finally spoke up.
"He doesn't have a fever."
I scowled. If he doesn't have a stomach flu then what the hell is wrong with him?
"Goku, let Bulma take a blood sample. Then maybe she can find something that will make you feel better." His eyes softened at his wife's words. She gently brushed back his sweaty hair and I felt a pang of envy hit my gut.
"Oh . . . okay . . ." He bit his bottom lip, it had been torn a few weeks ago, but now it's healed. I did that . . . I hurt him worse than anyone else ever has! Bulma picked up a needle and fear radiated from Kakkarot as she neared him.
"You need to stay calm. You don't want Vegeta to have to hold you down do you?" Oh god, did she have to say that! Kakkarot's breathing hitched and his eyes glazed over. Fuck . . . I frowned as Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Goku? I take that as a you'll calm down." She reached forward and was about to take his arm and swab it with alcohol. Oh shit, that's not a good idea.
"Bulma." She stopped and faced me.
"What?"
"Wait a moment before you do that, tap his shoulder."
She sighed heavily. "Alright." She gently shook his shoulder, snapping Kakkarot back into reality. He blinked a few times and put on his huge grin, which sickened me.
"Sorry . . ." Bulma ran the cotton across his antecubital.
His wife looked rather concerned, her dark eyebrows were knitted together and it caused her eyes to darken.
"It's okay. I'm going to draw your blood. This won't hurt a bit." Bulma sugarcoated a smile and placed the syringe on recently cleaned skin she found the vein and pulled the back of the needle towards herself. It filled with bright crimson. She removed the needle from Kakkarot's vein; he seemed to have blocked it out pretty well. It was either he stayed calm or I held him down . . . again. I cringed. "I'm finished with that. You did very well. Come on Chi you can help me with this." She and ChiChi moved into another part of the lab, out of our sight and voice range.
This is my chance to tell him- "Kakkarot." I slowly made my way over to him hoping not to frighten him.
His eyes met mine. He was unsure of what I was going to do. They darted back and forth watching my movements-
"Stop." He spoke firmly.
I did as he said. I was a few feet away from him. If I wanted to I could reach out and run my fingers through his hair but I stopped myself even though I wanted to do it so badly. I opened my mouth and tried to make my voice stay at a calm even tone, so I don't alarm him. I need to choose my words wisely. "I need to speak with you. It's very important."
His eyes searched mine. "About what?"
ABOUT WHAT! DAMN HIM! He acts as if nothing happened.
"You know what I'm talking about."
His eyes moved to the ground. "N-no I don't. Please, just leave me alone Vegeta."
"Kakkarot I- . . ." I paused and gathered my courage. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for what I did."
He remained silent as his tongue flicked out over his lips. He blinked slowly and his eyes met mine. "Vegeta . . . I-right now I'm very confused. You say you're sorry but I don't know if you really are. You . . . seemed to enjoy yourself at the time." He hissed the last part.
"I- that- I was drunk- I didn't know what I was doing!" At this a tear peaked over the edge of his eye, the single crystal slid down his cheek as they opened.
"I- You-you were drunk?"
I nodded. "Yes. I wasn't thinking. I would never do that to you. Not unless you wanted it. And you obviously didn't."
"I'm-Vegeta I'm sorry for-"
"There is no need for you to be sorry. I am sorry. So so sorry. Can you forgive me?" He didn't answer. His eyes went to his hands that rested across his lap.
A shriek cut through the silence and then a low thud.
"Oh my god . . ." That was Bulma's voice. My eyes shot to Kakkarot's. They were equally confused.
The woman rushed into the room. Her eyes went to Kakkarot. Her mouth opened to speak but no words came out. "What? Did you find out what's wrong? Where's Chi-"
"I don't know how to explain this but-"
To be continued . . .
Agent 182: BUHAHAHAHA!!! * Grins evilly * that's for hardly anyone reviewing!! Well, I am very thankful that anyone reviews . . . ^ ^ I felt like being evil and a cliffhanger that cuts off a sentence. Heh heh! Well, be sure to review! ^ ^ The next chapter should be up soon. It won't take me as long! Winter break! Anyways, thanks for reading!!
Chapter 5: Despise
I took another sip of my sweet coffee; each intake of the warm liquid sent a tingling sensation through my body, heating my cold heart. The light brown liquid swirled slightly in the white cup . . . it strangely reminded me of Kakkarot . . . sweet, yet not too sweet.
A small smile came to my lips as I mused over the other Sayian. I sat in silence until a voice caused me to jump. My heart thumped against the wall of my pericardium cavity as I shot my head over my shoulder to see the woman. She walked past me and to the seat across from me. She wore a pale purple robe, a belt was tied around the center, the clothes underneath were hidden by it; all except the bottom of her nightclothes. Her blue hair was matted and looked like a rat nest, but she still looked great considering that she just woke up. Though, I have never felt anything other than friendship towards her.
She rubbed her eyes as she took a seat. "You wanted to ask me something?" She leaned her elbow against the table as she yawned.
"Yes." I answered dryly. I had all night to think through my cluttered thoughts and I came up with something. "Let's say, someone did something horrible and didn't realize it. The person he did the horrible thing to never mentioned it. He finally found out but the other person shut him out. What would one do in this situation?"
Bulma stared at me. Shit, I hope she doesn't realize I'm talking about myself! She was silent for a while until I cleared my throat. I want an answer and now!
"Hmm . . . Well he should tell his friend about what happened. Say he's sorry and see if the other person will forgive him." I nodded. Seems reasonable but what if-
"What if the other person doesn't want to talk about it? Or they hide the fact that it happened?"
"Then confront them. He should say it's important so then they can sort it out."
I thought about it for a moment. It won't be easy to get Kakkarot to talk to me. How would I convince him to speak with me? I was puzzled to say the least.
"Does this have something to do with you?" My eyes went wide and I scowled.
"Hell NO! Why would I come to you and tell you about something as petty as that! Only a pathetic human woul-"
The doorbell rang. "I'll get it." She mumbled as she got up and went to the door. I clenched my teeth as she disappeared from my sight.
"Oh hello Chi-Goku? What's wrong?" I slowly got up from where I sat, with a frown I peered into the living room.
I could see Kakkarot; his body was hunched forward as if he had doubled over in pain. His hair was moist and it hung in front of his eyes, covering them from sight. I was almost happy; I wouldn't have to see the innocent eyes that I corrupted.
I scanned over his body quickly. In one word Kakkarot looked like shit.
"He hasn't felt good since yesterday. I'm hoping it's not the heart virus . . ." her voice trailed off in worry.
The heart virus.
I paled at the thought. Oh god. I hope that isn't what is causing his pain . . . but it wouldn't cause him to throw up would it? And he wouldn't have his arm clutching his stomach.
"I-It can't be . . . my chest . . . doesn't hurt."
The woman nodded. "Alright then, come to the lab with me and I'll take a look at you."
Kakkarot's voice shrunk. "Will there be needles?"
My eyebrow rose, he sounded like a child. This is just like when Ginyu was in his body and I beat the shit out of it! That was amusing and pathetic. Even his brat was embarrassed.
"I don't know Goku, it depends on if I can figure what's wrong with you without doing that."
Kakkarot nodded weakly and followed the woman and his annoying wife. I growled and moved silently behind them. As I entered the lab, Kakkarot sat upon the gurney and the woman began to check his blood pressure. I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms. My eyes never moved from Kakkarot. He had lost some weight. Not much, but enough that it was noticeable. I hadn't noticed it the day before; I had no time to think about it or to even look at him well. His stomach did seem oddly larger then the rest of his body- not much but noticeably larger. I felt a feeling of dread bubble up in my stomach. I don't know why but it was there . . .
Suddenly I felt a piercing gaze on me. I caught something unreadable splash across his eyes, but it evaporated as quickly as it came. He forced a smile to his face. I felt my hands tighten to fists. Damn him . . .
"Hey Vegeta." The two humans looked over at me as Kakkarot spoke softly. I frowned and moved towards them.
"I don't know what's wrong with him, everything seems fine . . . Have you eaten anything that could have made you sick?"
I smirked, "It was probably something his wife made." Both women glared at me. I chuckled deep within my throat.
"No . . . I haven't eaten much lately to have gotten me sick." He mumbled softly, his eyes going to the ground in shame, but they never met mine. My jaw clenched as his eyes slowly slid shut and his bottom lip quivered. Normally I would think he's a pathetic third class Sayian but right now . . . I wouldn't blame him if he burst into tears. Watery pools opened up, slowly. The ebony was filled to the brim with salty water. Damn . . .
"Maybe I should take a blood sample . . ." Kakkarot's eyes went wide at the words. "Goku, we have to find out what's wrong with you."
"There's nothing wrong with him! He's just got a stomach flu!" I finally spoke up.
"He doesn't have a fever."
I scowled. If he doesn't have a stomach flu then what the hell is wrong with him?
"Goku, let Bulma take a blood sample. Then maybe she can find something that will make you feel better." His eyes softened at his wife's words. She gently brushed back his sweaty hair and I felt a pang of envy hit my gut.
"Oh . . . okay . . ." He bit his bottom lip, it had been torn a few weeks ago, but now it's healed. I did that . . . I hurt him worse than anyone else ever has! Bulma picked up a needle and fear radiated from Kakkarot as she neared him.
"You need to stay calm. You don't want Vegeta to have to hold you down do you?" Oh god, did she have to say that! Kakkarot's breathing hitched and his eyes glazed over. Fuck . . . I frowned as Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Goku? I take that as a you'll calm down." She reached forward and was about to take his arm and swab it with alcohol. Oh shit, that's not a good idea.
"Bulma." She stopped and faced me.
"What?"
"Wait a moment before you do that, tap his shoulder."
She sighed heavily. "Alright." She gently shook his shoulder, snapping Kakkarot back into reality. He blinked a few times and put on his huge grin, which sickened me.
"Sorry . . ." Bulma ran the cotton across his antecubital.
His wife looked rather concerned, her dark eyebrows were knitted together and it caused her eyes to darken.
"It's okay. I'm going to draw your blood. This won't hurt a bit." Bulma sugarcoated a smile and placed the syringe on recently cleaned skin she found the vein and pulled the back of the needle towards herself. It filled with bright crimson. She removed the needle from Kakkarot's vein; he seemed to have blocked it out pretty well. It was either he stayed calm or I held him down . . . again. I cringed. "I'm finished with that. You did very well. Come on Chi you can help me with this." She and ChiChi moved into another part of the lab, out of our sight and voice range.
This is my chance to tell him- "Kakkarot." I slowly made my way over to him hoping not to frighten him.
His eyes met mine. He was unsure of what I was going to do. They darted back and forth watching my movements-
"Stop." He spoke firmly.
I did as he said. I was a few feet away from him. If I wanted to I could reach out and run my fingers through his hair but I stopped myself even though I wanted to do it so badly. I opened my mouth and tried to make my voice stay at a calm even tone, so I don't alarm him. I need to choose my words wisely. "I need to speak with you. It's very important."
His eyes searched mine. "About what?"
ABOUT WHAT! DAMN HIM! He acts as if nothing happened.
"You know what I'm talking about."
His eyes moved to the ground. "N-no I don't. Please, just leave me alone Vegeta."
"Kakkarot I- . . ." I paused and gathered my courage. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for what I did."
He remained silent as his tongue flicked out over his lips. He blinked slowly and his eyes met mine. "Vegeta . . . I-right now I'm very confused. You say you're sorry but I don't know if you really are. You . . . seemed to enjoy yourself at the time." He hissed the last part.
"I- that- I was drunk- I didn't know what I was doing!" At this a tear peaked over the edge of his eye, the single crystal slid down his cheek as they opened.
"I- You-you were drunk?"
I nodded. "Yes. I wasn't thinking. I would never do that to you. Not unless you wanted it. And you obviously didn't."
"I'm-Vegeta I'm sorry for-"
"There is no need for you to be sorry. I am sorry. So so sorry. Can you forgive me?" He didn't answer. His eyes went to his hands that rested across his lap.
A shriek cut through the silence and then a low thud.
"Oh my god . . ." That was Bulma's voice. My eyes shot to Kakkarot's. They were equally confused.
The woman rushed into the room. Her eyes went to Kakkarot. Her mouth opened to speak but no words came out. "What? Did you find out what's wrong? Where's Chi-"
"I don't know how to explain this but-"
To be continued . . .
Agent 182: BUHAHAHAHA!!! * Grins evilly * that's for hardly anyone reviewing!! Well, I am very thankful that anyone reviews . . . ^ ^ I felt like being evil and a cliffhanger that cuts off a sentence. Heh heh! Well, be sure to review! ^ ^ The next chapter should be up soon. It won't take me as long! Winter break! Anyways, thanks for reading!!