A Little Visit and An Act Of Kindness

"Prisoner number XO178, you have a visitor!" a police officer looks inside a cell of the top floor.

The prisoner stands leaving the boardgame at pause making the rest of the crew boo at the officer, he turns around with his hands behind his back waiting for the handcuffs to wrap his wrists together.

Escorted by two uniformed men, this prisoner was lead to what they call the visitor room, different from the rest since in this room you were face to face, his other visits were separated by a glass, he was forced to sit down, one of the guards opened the door and Kakarot came strolling in and took a seat in front of the prisoner.

"Mr. Son...what a surprise."

"How you been, Broly? I bet the place is like a home to you now." Kakarot folds his hands and puts them over the small table separating them by inches.

"Might. How may I help you?"

"I know that you were the one to give out classified information to Cell and Buu, that was very clever of you, you gave them information to bring my company down before I could lock you up in here huh?"

"Like you once told me I'm distracted not stupid, you fucked me over Kakarot, so the only way I would pay you back is by fucking you twice as hard."

Mr. Son's fingers drum on the table feeling his patience run thin once again, he should've killed Broly when he had the opportunity back then.

"Alright, leaving all this formal talk to the side. Broly, you don't understand one little detail or maybe you forgot? Because you are," he chuckles lightly before continuing "distracted."

"And what is that?"

"You fuck me over once and you'll never have the fucking chance to do it again, I run this fucking place Broly. You're stepping on my property, this is my fucking oil you're rubbing in...so try to sleep tonight because it'll be the last time you'll feel cozy here."

"What are you going to do? Kill me? Have someone stab me?"

"Oh no Broly, no...I'll let them visit your parents."

"What?! Don't you fucking dare, they have nothing to do with this!"

"Have a good day, Broly." Kakarot stands slipping his coat on.

"Kakarot! Kakarot! Kakarot!"

The man's sobs echoe in the room and inside Mr. Son's head, stepping out of the building he was welcomed by the bright moon and the cold wind, the scent of smoke and petroleum filling his nostrils disgustingly, talking a short walk down the street with 16 driving closely behind him, he noticed a few things, the stronger scent of piss on the grounds, the garbage and the people who were giving community service for a small crime, the homeless people who pushed around a cart filled with "treasures", he was a good target to get assaulted by anyone around this neighborhood. He joined two homeless men who were gathered around the fire, how grateful he was to not be in this situation...but no one has their destiny figured out yet.

"Kid, what are you doing around these places?" the oldest male said, looking worried at Kakarot.

"I was taking a walk and ended up here."

"You should go to that fancy home before someone sees you here, boy!" The other younger but bearded man said.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to me, but tell me something, who were you before all this? I'm a journalist."

Both men suddenly were hit by realization and depression, the oldest one sighed defeatedly and said:

"Before all this, we were people too, others in better situations look down on us like if were rats, but we just ask for a little help."

"Why not get a job?" Kakarot asked, something many would ask if they see a stray.

"They don't let us have a chance! We've tried but they just see us come in and they call the police or either think we're gonna steal from them, they want us to get out. We just want a second chance to fix our fucked up lives, others are too lost in drugs." The youngest said.

"Just look at us kid, we were once somebody, just like you are today."

Kakarot looked around, so many people sleeping over carton, others were helpless too deep in the world of drugs, they'll never have a chance out again, but the females that held onto their babies, how did they feed them, he noticed a more "fancy" female feeding the babies and kids, she was a young prostitute, probably kicked out of her house at the age of 12. Who knows?

"Who were you?"

"I'm just a forgotten veteran, who lost everything after war."

A veteran?! Kakarot looked at the male in shock, a veteran, between this horrible place, how could someone forget about a person like that?

"And you?" He looked at the youngest one.

"I'm a long way from home, I tried to make great things here, when you fail it's not easy to get a job."

"Would you like a job?"

"Would we? Damn it would change our life forever."

Kakarot took his coat off and gave it to the veteran, he took his Rolex watch off and handed it to 16 who was now behind him. The people around were immediately attracted to the young wealthy man, all asking for food, money and another chance to change their lives.

"I want you to go sell this and buy them blankets, food and water, tell Vegeta I won't come home tonight."

"Yes, Master." 16 turns and walks away as Kakarot continued to speak to the people.

"I want you all to keep a secret. If you work for me then you have to never tell anyone who I am, alright?"

"You have our humble promise, kid."

"Alright...I'm the owner of the Son industries."

"W-what? Are you serious?!" A young woman asks with tears threatening to fall down.

"Yes, I'm Mr. Son, as they call me. We have to remain a secret forever."

For those who believed in miracles took their time to thank the Lord, others who thought they were in luck couldn't stop celebrating, when 16 came back along with the other Androids, it was like a party in honor to Mr. Son, he pulled out his keys and handed them to the Ex-veteran.

"What is this?" The man asked with a shaking voice.

"They're keys to my old house, you'll fit in perfectly I promise, don't worry about the bills that come, I'll give you my number so you can call me each time the bills need to be paid or if you need anything."

"Thank you...thank you, I don't know how I will repay you!"

"Repay me by working hard." Kakarot gives them a smile, handing them the address to the house and company, the phone number, he turns and disappears into the limo.

Kakarot stared out the window as he held onto his cross tightly, the morning sun warming his face up, what was he doing? He was turning into the person he has always been trying to avoid, but like his grandfather once told him "the apple never falls too far from the tree." Now he knew what it meant, finally. He had, for the first time, cared for others out of his circles, the same day he sent others to erase an old couple from the face of the Earth. He closed his eyes and pressing the cross to his lips he managed to mumble powerful words to the wind.

"Padre Nostro che sei nei Cieli, sia santificato il tuo nome, venga il tuo regno e sia fatta la tua volontà come in Cielo così in terra. Dacci oggi il nostro pane quotidiano e rimetti a noi i nostri debiti come noi li rimettiamo ai nostri debitori e non ci indurre in tentazione ma liberaci dal male...Amen." Our father who art in heaven holy be your name thy kingdom come thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us and lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil...Amen.