Pins and Needles

Kikasha: I don't own DBZ… it sucks.

Goku: I don't think so…

Kikasha: Clam up!

Chapter 5

Meeting Goku and Trunks

Three days after the boy had been brought to the lab, Goku came to check up on him. Trunks had raised his power level then quickly dropped it so Bulma must have seen the young man awake. Vegeta had surprised everyone by volunteering to help make cookies but he took his station way from his son on the other side of the room. He was blocked from view from incomers in the kitchen but he could see them.

After Bulma had recounted the boy's brief coming to reality, they made some funny jokes and threw clumps of batter at each other. The foursome was have a good time. Even Vegeta made a perfect lob of dough, into Goku's face.

Aisu awoke with a feeling of lightness and insecurity. Wondering what he was doing in an animated world and even more, what he was doing alive, he opened his eyes and gradually tilted his head to see the room. Two chairs were in the far corner and another three were in the other. In between them was a corner table and a pale green rug was spread on the tiled floor. The peach walls smiled as they seemed to want to cave in on him. He sat up, throwing his legs over the side of the sofa, and tottered off his feet.

When the young man had recovered enough of his walking ability, he decided to investigate the echoing of laughter though the hall. He made it to the doorframe before doubling over and clutching his rib cage. The gash he had received from Eva, his fiancée, had broken a couple of ribs and he could not breathe properly.

Gasping, he closed his eyes and rested his head on the frame for a few seconds before venturing forth into the hall. His ribs hurt like hell but it didn't matter because he was going to kill himself anyway. Just as long as he could die peacefully, he did not care if he was injured. Walking towards the excitement, the boy stopped to look himself over in a wall mirror.

He screwed up his face at his image. His metallic light-blue hair was messed up and bits of it were purple with dried blood. Bandages encircled his midsection and shoulder and his pale skin was flushed pink with the accompanying pain. The long blue jeans he was wearing were blood-caked and a bit ratty. His feet were bare but he shook the dried blood off them prior to he shaking his head and tottering over to the kitchen door.

Aisu looked round the wall and turned his expressionless gaze on the Earth-raised saiyan. Trunks, though, was the one who attracted the attention to the boy. He saw Vegeta freeze and glare at the door so he turned to pseudo-glare as well and saw the blue haired young man standing there.

"Look! He's awake!" The 9 year old said happily.

Aisu jumped slightly and twisted his gaze to the young one. Bulma spun around after quickly dropping a cookie-pan on the counter and smiled.

"Hi there! How do you feel? Anywhere hurt?" Bulma asked.

The green-eyed boy slowly shook his head once and Goku looked on curiously at the interchange between them as Vegeta noticed the change in demeanor that the boy took on. He frowned in disbelieving frustration as he placed his pan on the nearest counter without being heard or seen. Goku decided to try his luck.

"Hi, I'm Goku!" He said talkatively.

Aisu's stare swiveled back to the spiky haired man. The man's eyes were large and dark brown…or black, Aisu couldn't tell, but they shone with merriness and fun. His orange gi and blue undershirt were splattered with dough and his black boots were mud splashed. The young man did not reply, just stared at him. Bulma had a feeling that she shouldn't talk just yet, as did Trunks. His eyes trained back and forth from the man to the young man. Goku was shocked. Even Vegeta spoke back! He chose to try again.

"Glad to see you're up and well. You had a nasty slash before I brought you here," He continued.

He saw the boy's eyes narrow and felt unsure about having saved him. Goku now started to wonder if he had rescued a killer, like Cell or Buu. He could kill Cell over and over again now, but he would not like the fact that he was back.

Aisu's face wiped blank as he saw power flash through the man's eyes. Goku, as he called himself, was radiating with a friendly but harmful power and Aisu turned away from it.

"Bulma, thank you for helping me. I will take my leave now; I don't want to be a nuisance," Aisu said in a low voice.

"…"

Bulma was silent as the boy turned and walked with a limp to the front door. Vegeta was smirking and staring at the stunned people standing motionless in the kitchen. The saiyan watched from behind the wooden parting as the boy spun round and left then went back to kneading the dough.

"I think that boy has gone though lots in the short time he has lived. It's like he was betrayed…and now doesn't want to trust gain, or at least show his trust," Bulma whispered to the three.

Aisu was at the verge of stepping out into the yard when he heard the low sentence that the lady put together. He smirked.

'You don't know how true that is,' He thought earlier than stepping out into the green area.