Day 6 Part 2

Cooler's P.O.V

My father and brother left an hour ago, for dinner, in one of the many restaurants that belonged to Kakarot, how cynical, repulsive, I was invited but declined since this sunset was my only chance to save this kid, I can't sneak him out since we have cameras everywhere even in the basement where Vegeta is, they're taking him back to his cell room and I follow shortly behind Ginyu and his squad, they gag him and remove the dress and everything else off him, revealing bruises and scars that I regret letting happen. His ankle is slowly starting to heal, not fully just barely, I have to clean it again while I have the chance of the squad being down here, once they leave the room and come close to this poor creature and sit on his bed, his not afraid of me, I believe he never was afraid of me to start with. I'm grateful for being considered different, apart from my father and brother.

"Did those men hurt you, Vegeta?" I ask as I remove the gag off him.

"Not as much as I thought they would."

"I see...be honest with me, tell me the reason why my brother brought you here." Gently I start cleaning the awful wound

"I think, it all started, when I got involved with Mr. Son, I do regret it though."

His voice was quiet and soft, these damn walls had ears and I had to clean him quickly before they got back to the camera room, I ask him if I can take his picture, he nods and asks me if I can write in his journal, I go through the pages, his handwriting is impressively beautiful, but as I get closer to the day of his kidnap it turns ugly and rushed, a few drops of blood inked into the white paper. I look at him and give him a smile, the corners of his mouth curl up, just a tiny bit, I nod and write everything he orders me to. Vegeta, I promise you, that tomorrow, you will be as free as a bird.

I know where to find the only person who can help you Vegeta, I hope, truly, that he helps you, I cannot stand this guilt any longer.

I order my driver to take me to one of those night clubs Kakarot owns, I can't really remember the name but I'm sure he is there tonight since today is pay day, as expected his cyborg guard has a hold on me, an iron grip on my nape, it feels weird, I don't like to be touched but I have no option but to cooperate.

This place has a dark environment, I watch a few girls spin around a pole, wrapping their porcelain legs around the tube as they shoot their glares at the dirty, black tied old men, other girls dance along to the heavy beat of the music as I get dragged along the fogged up atmosphere, the tobacco cutting my air and making it suffocating, this machine holding onto me forces my legs up some stairs, as we reach the top platform, I walk between some tables that have a few men playing poker, others woo with the girls, those girls that hide a deep sadness in their eyes, all hidden behind a coat of make up.

"Make it quick, he's busy" I am released from the grip and I force my eyes to tear away from the women and look forward, Kakarot Son sits in a lone table at the very end, a dim light above him, the rest appearing dark, frightening, he was busy they say, busy looking through things he didn't care of?

There is someone sitting on his lap, a young aged, pretty boy, who was probably a prostitute too, I grab the courage and take a few steps before throwing the envelope on the table over the money he is counting, he doesn't look up, it's making me feel annoyed when he simply turns it over and stares for what seemed half an hour but really was just 5 minutes, he finally sighs and leans back, pushing the boy off him we make eye contact.

"Raven get back to work." He tells the boy toy and gestures the chair in front of him for me to sit in "would you like something to drink?"

"No, thank you." I cross my arms and lean back on the chair, he is polite as always, he takes his time at the bar and comes back with a glass of whiskey, one for him...and one for me, he doesn't take a no for an answer.

"Tell me, Mr. Glacie, what must be the thing you have to tell me that is so important that you have to come all the way, down to the pit of hell?"

"Well Mr. Son, I think if you see what it is inside the envelope...I wouldn't have to explain much." I point to the paper that lays on the table next to an ashtray.

I watch as he grabs a knife and cuts the envelope open, he reaches in making me tense up a little on what would happen next, once he knows that I had Vegeta all this time, the boy was his play thing after all, his eyes slowly roam over the picture, he lets go of the photo and calmly he takes the glass and drinks from it, he is much too calm, his eyes slowly glare up at me.

Before I know it something hard and cold is pressed to the back of my head, I can actually hear the way they charge the gun making the next bullet line up, I feel their finger on the trigger, if I panic, I am a dead man.

"Cooler...did you forget who I am?" His voice is calm as he glares at me between his blue bangs, he slowly stands and spins his chair around.

"I never had, that's why I brought you the evidence, there's a video in there too, I wish I came early but my father was always on top of me."

"oh goodie, I love movies."

"You won't like this one."

I can't die, I can't die for my brother's actions, as soon as this is over they will never see my face again, Kakarot repeats the video again and again, stopping it sometimes, he observes everything they used to hurt the young journalist, he then turns to me and leans close to my face, I can feel a chill run up my spine, his tobacco scented breath fanning against my sweating face. I just know he is going to put me to the test.

"Do you want to continue to be alive?"