Green Card

My apologies. I don't believe I told you what the paring for this fic will be. And I still won't. If you are uncomfortable to stay around to find out who's going to end up fucking who, I suggest you stop reading. I have no fears about what I write and I like to cross boundaries. So if you are narrow minded, leave. I will not miss you. Also, I notice that this fic will not be very funny, much to my dismay. Forgive me for leading you on. This is funny to me, being a sadist. Another thing I would like to point out is that this is no longer from Goku's view point, and now is third person.

"No fucking way." His deep voice panicked. "You have got to be fucking kidding me"

"Calm down, 'geta. He won't be all that bad with her around." A women voice said from deeper in the house.

"Yes he will." Whined Bejita, now pacing infuriated. Another voice rang out, but raspier that the first women

"Dude, I have my .45 in my pocket. If things get out a hand, bam, he's dead."

"You'll do no such thing, Kaylin. I just bailed you out two weeks ago! With the bar problems, we don't have that kinda money." The first women voice came out louder as she exist the room behind the bar. "Shit! We're almost out of vodka again. I'm not getting it this time, that guy gives me the creeps."

"I'll do it. I thought you guys were on top booze, and I just lived and work here. Be right back. Oh wait Blu, where is the card?" Bejita said shaking his head at the owner carelessness.

"I dunno." Blu was combing her mousy brown hair, still in her pajamas. "I thought Kaylin had that thing. She should go with you ya. Just to be on the safe side."

"Yo, I heard my name?" The second person to have spoken, Kaylin, stepped out from the stairwell. She was wearing a black sports bra and loose navy work out pants. Under her eyes and over her nose was a large nasty scar.

"Are you incredible busy at the moment? We need to get some booze, and I don't want Bejita out with his cold, ya know." Blu looked at the two of them.

"I'm not that weak." Bejita physically bristled, and stomped out the door, after grabbing Kaylin's Navy jacket off the hook.

"Kat, put a shirt on and trail him, will ya. I don't want Chris to come across him until tomorrow." Blu intoned quietly.

"I think he's ok. I don't want him hurt any more that you do, but I won't intrude on his personal time. Any ways he'd smell my blood. By the way, love, where's the band-aids? My knuckles are bleeding again."

Bejita left the tavern, The Bloody Horse, and went on a busy street. Pulling the coat around his skinner than normal body he picked up his pace, as the fall air was nipping at him. Sniffling, he made his way down the road, eyes roving the crowds for a tall dark haired man. 'Apollo, why the fuck did I go out? He could be any where. Gods, why do I let him terrorize me so? He's just a goddammed human.'

'But you loved him. And thought he loved you. You foolish boy, who could love us?'

'Shut-up. Just shut-up'

'Heh'

Bejita walked in silence, think about how much vodka the tavern would need. '4 crate should last us through the night. Saturday is our busiest and rowdiest night so may be I should get more. Most people think that gay guys won't start a fight, but the last guy to make a comment ended up on the ground out cold. And that ended up in a full scale battle. But now that he's gone, who's going to break up the fights? Blu's a won't fight, Kaylin is in enough trouble, and me... oh gods why?'

He reached the front of the liquor store and entered the warm building. He trotted up to the counter and tapped the man there on the shoulder. The fat man turned around, pudgy cheeks red with embarrassment of be asleep on the job.

"Ah, Bejita! Good ta see ya, buddy! How can I help ya!?" he yelled jolly at the sayian.

"You could tone it down a bit." He said with a raised eyebrow. The man laughed heartily, and Bejita continued,"We ran out of vodka, so I need about 4 crates delivered to the back."

"That's what I like about ya! You don't shoot the bull, down to the point! It great! Well, let me see. Yup, ah ha, that, with delivery, tax, and frequent buyer discount, it will be... $48.00." Jay, as it read on his dinky name tag, said with much pride.

"You know they will fire you if you keep giving it to us half price?"

"Well, I like ya guys. You all got great asses. So as long as I work here, you get it cheap." Jay said matter-a fact way, as if saying it was cold out. Bejita shook his head, not entirely fazed, and walked out of the store. 'Is it a law that someone has to say that I have a great ass every day?'

Blu and Kaylin are mine, and they won't play a big part. Their just humans that own a bar that Bejita works and lives out and are just a plot device.

Quinn