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We get to the palace. The boys get a room, and the onna's insist on having a room together... That baffles me... I thought Kakkarot's mate would stay in a room with him... So, I'm stuck with Kakkarot. Oh, great. Well, I can talk to him now... We share a room that's more like a house. There's a bedroom, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a mini-living room, complete with a couch, two chairs, and a tv. Well, we should probably get settled tonight, and tomorrow I'll give everyone a tour. There's an intercom between the three rooms, for communication, of course. Kakkarot settles on the couch and takes a nap. I go to check out the bedroom.
I walk in and find only one bed... Kakkarot's sleeping on the couch. In the bedroom is a small closet, and a loveseat. What the...? This must have been set up for us staying with our mates. The onna's said they needed a break from us, so they got a room together. Whatever... I hear a slight buzzing, coming from the intercom. I walk over, and speak into it. "What do you want?"
"Hey, Vegeta, can I talk to my dad?" Kakkarot's brat, Gohan, asks.
"He's sleeping. I'll tell him you rang." I say, then turn the thing off. Kakkarot groans, then turns in his sleep. I watch him for a second, thinking. Why is he acting so strange? And he looks so stressed... I guess trying to be someone like him can get stressfull... His wife didn't even notice, or if she did, she hasn't said anything about it. Is that how she always is? I don't understand how Kakkarot can stand her for so long. Maybe he's just lonely. Or he's a nutcase. Or he never got a chance to find anybody else... Hm... Why do I care so much? I mean, he's only a third class baka, right? Should I care this much? No. Then why do I? I need to get some help... I shake my head. I need to stop thinking about him. I have to. I don't want to find out what I exactly think of him... No. That's cowardly... I'm running away from my own feelings now... What have I turned into? A coward? No, I will not be a coward. I refuse to be one... Not like my father. Then that means... Kakkarot stirs, bringing me out of my train of thought. I sigh, glad he didn't wake up with me staring at him like that. I go over to one of the chairs, sitting down and relaxing a little. I look at the clock. It's around 10:00 p.m. I didn't realize it was that late. When we arrived it was around 5:00.
Someone knocks at the door. I jump, startled, then get up, and walk over to answer it. I swing the door open quickly, standing face to face with Bulma. "Hey, I was wondering how Goku was doing." She says uncertanly.
"Why can't his mate come to see how he is?" I spit bitterly.
"She's asleep. I know, she doesn't seem to notice. I don't get what's with her. Well, is he ok?" She says, as if reading my mind.
"Yeah, but he's taking a nap." I tell her.
"No, I;m awake." Kakkarot says sleepily.
"Oh, Goku! I was wondering if you're ok." Bulma says, rushing to his side. He sits for a second, blinking, and waking up. I shut the door, then sit in the chair again.
"Sure." He answers.
"Goku... What's wrong?" She asks, concerned.
"Hn." He answers, not wanting to give a blunt answer.
"Why won't you tell me?" Bulma asked, exasperated.
"You're not the person to talk about it with." He answered simply.
"Who'd you rather talk to it about?" She asks.
"..." He just sat, looking at the blue plush carpet.
"Oh... Well, how about you talk to Vegeta? I'm sure he'd like to help." She said, giving me the you-better-do-this-or-else look. Kakkarot didn't answer. "Well, I'll see you guys later. I'm going to turn in for the night. Night!" Bulma calls out, leaving.
How akward of a situation could she leave us in? We both don't say anything for awhile, not knowing exactly what to say. What could I say? I'm not good with this kind of thing, and Kakkarot doesn't seem to want to talk. So, I just sit. Waiting... Wait, is he crying?! Oh my god, he is! Now what? Why is he crying? What should I do? I go into panick mode, not knowing what to do. He's looking at the ground, face hidden by a shadow, but I can see he's crying. Actually, it looks like sobbing, but I can't tell a real difference between the two. I want to comfort him, but how? I get up and sit next to him, not knowing what else to do. I start to rub his back, like Bulma did when I would get insecure. He seems to calm down a bit, but not much. Then, I make him lean in towards me. I don't say anything for awhile, but I utter out a question. "What's wrong?"
He doesn't answer for a second, then replies. "I don't know... I don't know why ChiChi hates me so much... I know I'm not the best father or husband, but I try... I really do..."
"What makes you think she hates you?" I ask, shocked.
"I dunno... She just acts like she doesn't like me at all, or what I do, for that matter. But I can't help it... And every little thing I mess up on she yells at me like it's a big deal. Like one time, I let Gohan train instead of studying... Ok, more then one time, but, she yelled at me for that, and said she didn't want Gohan to turn out like me. So what? I was never properly educated when I was liitle, but hey! First of all I came from a different planet, second of all I lived in an isolated forest where the only person I saw for who knows how many years is Grandpa Gohan... Even though he's not my grandpa. I can't help it that I'm not one of those genious scientists like Bulma or her dad. But, I'm glad I was isolated for so long, 'cause I appreciate everything I have, and always know it could be worse. I don't take advantage of things like most people do. Thanks for listenin', I needed to get that out..." He finished.
I shrug, letting go of him, then get up. He had stopped crying a while ago, so he seemed better. "Don't mention it... Ever." He laughs, and lays out on the couch. Now, it's 10:30. Dang... Time flies here. I go into the bedroom, undressing until I'm only in my boxers, and get into bed. Kakkarot stays out on the couch, seeming to know I don't want him in here. Slowly, I drift into sleep, thinking about what Kakkarot told me. Tomorrow was going to be a long day...
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We get to the palace. The boys get a room, and the onna's insist on having a room together... That baffles me... I thought Kakkarot's mate would stay in a room with him... So, I'm stuck with Kakkarot. Oh, great. Well, I can talk to him now... We share a room that's more like a house. There's a bedroom, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a mini-living room, complete with a couch, two chairs, and a tv. Well, we should probably get settled tonight, and tomorrow I'll give everyone a tour. There's an intercom between the three rooms, for communication, of course. Kakkarot settles on the couch and takes a nap. I go to check out the bedroom.
I walk in and find only one bed... Kakkarot's sleeping on the couch. In the bedroom is a small closet, and a loveseat. What the...? This must have been set up for us staying with our mates. The onna's said they needed a break from us, so they got a room together. Whatever... I hear a slight buzzing, coming from the intercom. I walk over, and speak into it. "What do you want?"
"Hey, Vegeta, can I talk to my dad?" Kakkarot's brat, Gohan, asks.
"He's sleeping. I'll tell him you rang." I say, then turn the thing off. Kakkarot groans, then turns in his sleep. I watch him for a second, thinking. Why is he acting so strange? And he looks so stressed... I guess trying to be someone like him can get stressfull... His wife didn't even notice, or if she did, she hasn't said anything about it. Is that how she always is? I don't understand how Kakkarot can stand her for so long. Maybe he's just lonely. Or he's a nutcase. Or he never got a chance to find anybody else... Hm... Why do I care so much? I mean, he's only a third class baka, right? Should I care this much? No. Then why do I? I need to get some help... I shake my head. I need to stop thinking about him. I have to. I don't want to find out what I exactly think of him... No. That's cowardly... I'm running away from my own feelings now... What have I turned into? A coward? No, I will not be a coward. I refuse to be one... Not like my father. Then that means... Kakkarot stirs, bringing me out of my train of thought. I sigh, glad he didn't wake up with me staring at him like that. I go over to one of the chairs, sitting down and relaxing a little. I look at the clock. It's around 10:00 p.m. I didn't realize it was that late. When we arrived it was around 5:00.
Someone knocks at the door. I jump, startled, then get up, and walk over to answer it. I swing the door open quickly, standing face to face with Bulma. "Hey, I was wondering how Goku was doing." She says uncertanly.
"Why can't his mate come to see how he is?" I spit bitterly.
"She's asleep. I know, she doesn't seem to notice. I don't get what's with her. Well, is he ok?" She says, as if reading my mind.
"Yeah, but he's taking a nap." I tell her.
"No, I;m awake." Kakkarot says sleepily.
"Oh, Goku! I was wondering if you're ok." Bulma says, rushing to his side. He sits for a second, blinking, and waking up. I shut the door, then sit in the chair again.
"Sure." He answers.
"Goku... What's wrong?" She asks, concerned.
"Hn." He answers, not wanting to give a blunt answer.
"Why won't you tell me?" Bulma asked, exasperated.
"You're not the person to talk about it with." He answered simply.
"Who'd you rather talk to it about?" She asks.
"..." He just sat, looking at the blue plush carpet.
"Oh... Well, how about you talk to Vegeta? I'm sure he'd like to help." She said, giving me the you-better-do-this-or-else look. Kakkarot didn't answer. "Well, I'll see you guys later. I'm going to turn in for the night. Night!" Bulma calls out, leaving.
How akward of a situation could she leave us in? We both don't say anything for awhile, not knowing exactly what to say. What could I say? I'm not good with this kind of thing, and Kakkarot doesn't seem to want to talk. So, I just sit. Waiting... Wait, is he crying?! Oh my god, he is! Now what? Why is he crying? What should I do? I go into panick mode, not knowing what to do. He's looking at the ground, face hidden by a shadow, but I can see he's crying. Actually, it looks like sobbing, but I can't tell a real difference between the two. I want to comfort him, but how? I get up and sit next to him, not knowing what else to do. I start to rub his back, like Bulma did when I would get insecure. He seems to calm down a bit, but not much. Then, I make him lean in towards me. I don't say anything for awhile, but I utter out a question. "What's wrong?"
He doesn't answer for a second, then replies. "I don't know... I don't know why ChiChi hates me so much... I know I'm not the best father or husband, but I try... I really do..."
"What makes you think she hates you?" I ask, shocked.
"I dunno... She just acts like she doesn't like me at all, or what I do, for that matter. But I can't help it... And every little thing I mess up on she yells at me like it's a big deal. Like one time, I let Gohan train instead of studying... Ok, more then one time, but, she yelled at me for that, and said she didn't want Gohan to turn out like me. So what? I was never properly educated when I was liitle, but hey! First of all I came from a different planet, second of all I lived in an isolated forest where the only person I saw for who knows how many years is Grandpa Gohan... Even though he's not my grandpa. I can't help it that I'm not one of those genious scientists like Bulma or her dad. But, I'm glad I was isolated for so long, 'cause I appreciate everything I have, and always know it could be worse. I don't take advantage of things like most people do. Thanks for listenin', I needed to get that out..." He finished.
I shrug, letting go of him, then get up. He had stopped crying a while ago, so he seemed better. "Don't mention it... Ever." He laughs, and lays out on the couch. Now, it's 10:30. Dang... Time flies here. I go into the bedroom, undressing until I'm only in my boxers, and get into bed. Kakkarot stays out on the couch, seeming to know I don't want him in here. Slowly, I drift into sleep, thinking about what Kakkarot told me. Tomorrow was going to be a long day...
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