Getting Cozy With The Competition

I haven't spoken to him since that day, it's been like four weeks today, living with him is kinda awkward now, he's focused only in his sells and in denying some company to blackmail him, but the subject of me and him isn't in his agenda or schedule, I can't move back to the apartment either because Bulma is there and I don't feel ready to see her right now, I feel that I'm going to punch her in the face for being a fucking slut, I want to really bad, but I did something to make Kakarot angry, I adopted a Siberian husky last week, the puppy is already making him get white hairs, I do not regret anything, not even the time Akela tore his paperwork or when he peed on the couch, that's a nice name right? Akela, I love it. Anyways I just can't seem to break his nutshell, the damn pride of his stopped him from commenting anything on the puppy, he didn't even apologize, when it comes to being serious he plays serious and proud, when it's something silly he's always I'm sorry, I'm sorry. What game are we playing now? In four weeks I haven't made him any dinner...and I am not planning on until her says he's sorry. Really sorry. I doubt he will ever eat my cooking again though, he must be wasting his money in fancy restaurants, I hate him sometimes. I can hear the door open and Akela barking, he's home, let's see how this goes.

Vegeta closes the journal and slides off the couch, standing and turning to see Mr. Son walk into the living room in silence, he poured whiskey into his glass and slumped on his couch pressing the cold drink to his forehead, sighing feeling relaxed.

Vegeta couldn't handle it and get got to his knees and helped Kakarot take his shoes off, while on his knees his big innocent eyes look up, flinching when blue orbs glare down at him, he leaned forward, rubbing Vegeta's cheek.

"I see you've become friendly with my competition, Vegeta."

"What?"

"How many drinks did he buy you? Remember that you can't handle your alcohol well." Kakarot sips down the whiskey.

It was clear Mr. Son was talking about the bronzed hottie he met in the restaurant today, his name was Turles and he told Vegeta that he worked for Cell and Buu, the now competition of the Son company, the ones that were going to make millions with his Senzu bean idea, the guy was nice and handsome, also it was easy to speak to him.

"He bought me...a juice."

"Good, I don't want you making a stupid mistake." He leans back on the couch closing his eyes and pressing the ice cold glass to his forehead again.

"But you can?"

"Excuse me?" Mr. Son's eyes snap open and look at the young face.

"You can kiss and fuck anyone you like, getting drunk and come home the next day, but I can't talk to that sexy guy who happens to be the employee of the guy who stole your idea...of a bean?"

The glass shatters into thousands of tiny pieces as Kakarot replaces it for Vegeta's neck, his hand squeezes his throat not too tight, not too loose, Vegeta knew Kakarot had lost his patience finally, that's a first.

"Tell me you didn't have anything to do with them, if you lie to me and I discover that you were the one that went spilling out everything, I will not touch my heart and make your memory with the Glacies soft compared to what I will do to you."

"...what benefits me if I spill a word?"

"Well said."

Things got interesting, Vegeta held onto his throat, that intimidating part of Mr. Son reaching the limit, it was now possessive, he smiled knowing he would enjoy every minute, Kakarot's love for torture was just as strong as his for attention.

"Persce!" fish

"Buona sera." good evening

Kakarot was greeted into the arms of his Godfather, the judge to Broly's case.

"How you been my boy?"

"I can't complain."

The wealthy thin man chuckles knowing he's been having a tough time to get his sells back on track, but he knew the boy would make it since he was raised by Bardock, one of the few hard working men he's ever known, thus earning a special name and place back in the homeland.

"You're very much like your father."

"I know," Kakarot smiles "you've told me that a thousand times since I came here to America...18 years ago."

"I'm glad you decided to escape that kind of life of...well you know, it's very dangerous."

"Stop, stop, stop, I've told you I don't want to speak of the past when we see each other." Kakarot glares at his glass of wine.

"Very well...Persce, I've been wanting to ask, that crazy bambino says that you killed the Glacies, he didn't give me any evidence but he was sure of what he was saying, did you?"

"Yes."

"You get much into details, I never knew you had it in you."

"I may not be with my parents back home, as a child I was raised different from my brother Gohan but...you know that when it's necessary I do the unimaginable."

"Just like your papa." The man smiles and pats his shoulder "I forgot to mention, you have to go to Italy to receive your part from your mother's testament."

"She...left me something?"

After so many years of not having the opportunity of watching her grow old, poor Gine still had the heart to include him in her last will. Poor soul, Kakarot couldn't feel an ounce of guilt even if he forced himself to.

"She left you in charge of the 50% from the family's business and she also left you her secret storage."

"She's dead but still in death she wants to pull me back to that damn house, I had to be her favorite child." Kakarot rolls his eyes and holds his forehead eyeing the chanting costumers.

"About that...do you regret killing your mother?"

"What did I say about talking about that? Claudio, do you want to frustrate me? You can end up just like them for not keeping your mouth closed."

"Va bene, va bene" alright, alright.

"Not a fucking word. But if you're so interested I can give a demonstration."

"No, no, no, fine I will stop asking, I'm sorry. I will make it up to you."

"How?"

"You want to know who gave out your Senzu bean?"

Writer's Ward

Mira-chan2: gonna have to read and find out ;3