Return Trip

Chap.2

That night, Konzen stared at the paperwork, and tried to understand what had happened earlier. He had gotten a call from Kenren early in the morning, much too early for him to quite remember everything the general had said. Something about Tenpou being missing and the possibility of him having been kidnapped.

In Konzen's opinion, the thought of a god being kidnapped was ridiculous. No one who would actually kidnap a god really lived in heaven, and though Konzen wouldn't put it past Litouten, it was highly unlikely.

Then, there was the unmistakable childish laughter. It sounded like a little boy, about Goku's age.

Konzen ignored it, and continued his work. The voice began again, and the sound of a ball bouncing towards him filled the room.

"Rain, rain, go away, come again another day." The voice sang. Konzen glanced down, when he felt a small red rubber ball with a white star on it bump against his ankle. He picked up the ball, and stared at it a moment. Perhaps it was Goku's…? But he didn't remember getting the boy such a ball. In fact, he didn't remember getting the boy any balls at all. "Rain, rain, go away, come again another day. Little Konzen wants to play, come again another day." The voice sang again. Konzen snapped to attention, and worriedly glanced around the dark office. It couldn't be Goku; Konzen had put the boy to bed hours ago.

'But to make sure…' Konzen peeked into the boy's room. Sure enough, Goku was in his bed, curled up into a ball, arms locked around a small teddy bear Konzen had found and decided to give to the boy. It couldn't have been Goku, and that was confirmed, because the voice continued again, even as Konzen stared at the sleeping itan.

"Konzen……little bored Konzen……Konzen's naughty, Konzen's naughty, but nice." The taunting had finally crossed Konzen's line of pranks. It was freaking him out now.

"Who's there?"

"Konzen, naughty little, bored little, nice little Konzen…you desire excitement. Is that why you are naughty?" Konzen swallowed hard, and closed Goku's door. His eyes darted about the dark room. A pair of clawed hands appeared behind him.

Konzen was sweating now, and was obviously panicking. The hands clamped themselves over his mouth.

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Goku woke early in the morning, simply sensing something wrong. He sat up in bed, and, dragging the teddy bear after him, exited his room to enter Konzen's office. No doubt by now the blonde was up and already working on his paperwork.

But the sight of the blonde at his desk, scribbling his signature on documents was not what greeted Goku's golden eyes. Instead, his eyes were greeted to a new day by the sight of an office that looked like a tornado came through, with papers scattered everywhere, and the chair Konzen always sat in on its side, the padding ripped open by what seemed to be claws. And there, gleaming in the rising morning sun that peeked through the half-drawn curtain of the window, was a metal hair clasp. But not any metal hair clasp; it was Konzen's silver hair clasp, but more importantly, it was Konzen's.

Konzen was only seen without it when he was readying for bed, and Goku knew the blonde had not come to bed the earlier night. That left one option: Konzen had been kidnapped.