Betrayal and Sadness
"Kakarot...the sells are going down!" Tien, one of Kakarot's workers looks worried at the graphs showing the selling progress of the company.
"What? How can this be?" Kakarot looked through the papers, indeed the sells were going down.
"And you won't believe what's on the newspaper and television!" Krilin walked in the meeting room looking furious.
A newspaper lands in front of Kakarot, the title making his heart stop. In big letters the words SENZU BEAN! Took the front page, how could this be? It was a unique idea! His idea! The bean that could fix any pain, was now in the hands of someone else.
"This can't be...it's impossible, one of you betrayed me, I know it!"
"What? Goku calm down, we didn't do anything!"
The workers look at him in complete shock, it was the first time Kakarot was acting furious, he began to kick and throws things around, the men had to fall to the ground when Kakarot took a chair and threw it against the glass. He went insane cussing and shouting at everyone in such fury that made him unrecognizable.
"Vegeta...by any chance, did you comment to someone about my plans?" Kakarot asked as soon as he saw the young beauty, avoiding completely the kind greeting.
"What? No, of course not, why do you ask?" The journalist asked confused.
"Never mind...I'll be in my office so don't interrupt me."
"O-ok, Kakarot."
The door slams shut making Vegeta flinch, what the hell was going on? He's never seen Kakarot like this, what plans? Vegeta put his books and notebooks away, then he realized, the news this afternoon, about that bean that could cure pain, Kakarot had mentioned something about it, years of hard study and work to bring that idea to life, stolen, but how?
At nightfall, Vegeta paced from side to side, from time to time he would glance over at the door where the man was hidden, his dinner was cold now, maybe some tea would help him with the stress he was feeling from work, quickly making it, he made his way to the door and knocked, waiting. Waiting some more, he knocked and waited again, still nothing.
Vegeta began to think the man had done something he would regret, he knocked for the third time and walked in the room, no one was there, panic swelled up in Vegeta's chest, putting the cup down he moved around the apartment, the soft tap of his feet quickly echoing, he called the man a few times and stopped. There he was.
Kakarot sat on the marble floor of the living room, his head against the wall, vodka bottle in hand, the man was barefoot with his dressing shirt unbuttoned completely, there was something that shocked Vegeta, he thought Kakarot wasn't able to or was just too proud to show...
Tears?
Those crystalline droplets fell off his lashes and slowly surfed down his cheekbones to his jaw, blue eyes staring out the window, alcohol exhales, cold hands wipe the tears away making new ones appear, what a strange weather seeing a serious, unbreakable man, suddenly break down this way. It was beautiful, hitched inhales, chest covered in tears and sweat, this beautiful man, the one who called him, a common simple boy, when he could've called one of the many fancy women he had.
"Mr. Ouji, I've never been so pathetic in my life...crying feels like the only solution to this pain."
"Kakarot, you can make something new! I know you can! You're brilliant!" Vegeta smiles trying to cheer him up.
"Can I create...a mother?"
It hit him, the news of his company sells going down and then this, getting a call to let you know that your mother had died, it destroyed the wall of Kakarot's pride, slowly crumbling, sadly. Vegeta slowly got to his knees, gently he pulled the bottle from Kakarot, laying it close by and wiped his tears away, he couldn't do anything about the pain he was feeling, except stay with him while he went through it, he hugged the man feeling his strong arms embrace him tightly, he could feel warm tears sinking into his shirt, no sound came from Kakarot, he cried silently.
Kakarot Son, was more of a mystery to him now, but he could say that they finally had something in common. They both carried the same heavy cross, until the bitter end and both could scream out in the same last aching breath.